Anyone who's lived has lost somebody.

Most folks here got rules 'bout trespassing. Warning shot's fired right close to the head. Get they's attention. Next shot gets a lot more personal. Now I'm too old to waste time firing a warning shot.

Only I could drink a thousand drinks and never forget a damn thing. I would just remember every detail of the thousand drinks down to the shapes of the ice cubes.

People who have expertise just love to share it. That's human nature.

People have given me classified information, but always with the disclaimer 'This can never end up in a book.' And it never does.

Two people can care for each other but not want the same things.

I'm scattered, and then that last hundred pages, bam, I'm a laser.