After once having made the mistake of watching television news, I had worried for a while about an asteroid hitting the earth and wiping out human civilization. The anchorwoman had said it was not merely possible but probable. At the end of the report, she smiled.

Guilt is a tireless horse. Grief ages into sorrow, and sorrow is an enduring rider.

Then what are you? An electronic Hannibal Lector? You can't eat my liver with fava beans through a modem, you know.

Rub-a-dub-dub. Cerebrum in a tub.

I really believe that everyone has a talent, ability, or skill that he can mine to support himself and to succeed in life.

The heart is an artist that paints over what profoundly disturbs it, leaving on the canvas a less dark, less sharp version of the truth.

If you have to pay the bills, and you write something you're not proud of, use a pen-name for that.