"You going back," she said. "You ain't going to run away from this, Grant."
We wait till now? Now, when we're old men, we get to be brave?
I knew I wanted to be a writer and I knew if I had a wife and family, I would neglect something, and I was afraid it wouldn't be the writing.
The Six Golden Rules of Writing: Read, read, read, and write, write, write.
He told us that most of us would die violently, and those who did not would be brought down to the level of beasts.
How do people come up with a date and a time to take life from another man? Who made them God?