In metaphysics, the notion that earth and all that's on it is a mental construct is the product of people who spend their lives inside rooms. It is an indoor philosophy.

A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.

Guns don't kill people; people kill people. Of course, people with guns kill more people. But that's only natural. It's hard. But it's fair.

A life without tragedy would not be worth living.

So I write mainly for the fun of it, the hell of it, the duty of it. I enjoy writing and will probably be a scribbler on my dying day, sprawled on some stony trail halfway between two dry waterholes.

We know so very little about this strange planet we live on, this haunted world where all answers lead only to more mystery.

Reason has seldom failed us because it has seldom been tried.