There is no vengeance as terrible as the vengeance a coward plots in the dark of his heart.

There were dreams once upon a time, dreams now all but forgotten. On sad days I dust them off and fondle them nostalgically, with a patronizing wonder at the naivete of the youth who dreamed them.

Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.

Rich men have dreams. Poor men die to make them come true.

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.

Every ounce of my cynicism is supported by historical precedent.

Consistency is the sign of a narrow mind.