Writers, some of us, may tend to see things before other people do, things that are right there but aren't noticed in the way that a writer might notice.
We commit our crimes at night and reveal ourselves in the high noon of studio lights.
These are the days after. Everything now is measured by after.
A shrewd person would one day start a religion based on coincidence, if he hasn't already, and make a million.
Be willing to die for your beliefs, or computer printouts of your beliefs.
There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.