I guess I suffer from an impoverishment of the sociopathic spirit necessary to go big time.

If one chooses sides on emotion then the rebel is the guy to go with. He is fighting for everything men claim to honour, freedom, independance, truth, the right.......all the subjective illusions. All the eternal trigger words. We are minions of the villan of the piece. We confess the illusion and deny the substance.

I'm an incurable romantic. The essence of romance is an unshakable conviction that next time will be different.

Soldiers live. He dies and not you, and you feel guilty, because you're glad he died, and not you. Soldiers live, and wonder why.

The only characters I've made to resemble real people have been grotesques.

Write. Don't talk about writing. Don't tell me about your wonderful story ideas. Don't give me a bunch of "somedays." Plant your ass and scribble, type, keyboard. If you have any talent at all, it will leak out despite your failure to pay attention in English.

I'm a bad man. I need to understand the past. It illuminates the present.