A dancer on break approached him. She smiled. Each tooth was angled in a different direction, as if her mouth were the masterwork of a mad orthodontist. "Hi," she said. "Hi." "You're really cute." "I don't have any money." She spun and walked away. Ah, romance.

I'm thinking of taking up golf, but the idea of spending time with golfers frightens me.

There are few times that I feel more at peace, more in tune, more Zen, if you will, than when I force myself to unplug.

There is the old catch-22 line that a mentally unstable person can't know, as per their illness, that they are unstable. But that was wrong. You can and do have the insight to see your own crazy.

Man plans. God laughs.

The actual writing time is a lot shorter than the thinking time.

An hour before his world exploded like a ripe tomato under a stiletto heel, Myron bit into a fresh pastry that tasted suspiciously like urinal cake.