What You Lose on the Swings You Make Up on the Merry-Go-Round.

Politics is a choice of enemas. You're gonna get it up the ass, no matter what you do.

Show the reader what the character thinks about, and then the reader will think about it too.

The received image of a writer is that of an unproductive sensitive who suffers from the vapors, is enslaved by his gonads, falls victim to romantic swoons and passes out at deadlines.

You cannot write well without data.

Rental formal wear of the sky-blue, brocade and shiny varieties is favored by upwardly mobile young gangsters drafted as groomsmen for weddings.

Writing is the only trade I know of in which sniveling confessions of extreme incompetence are taken as credentials probative of powers to astound the multitude.