I refuse to write the same story twice. I keep experimenting. I keep learning how to work. I've been at it pretty much 50 years, and I'm now beginning to learn how to do the job well.

They change scapegoats at the networks more regularly than some people change socks.

Posing the question: does the god of love use underarm deodorant, vaginal spray and fluoride toothpaste?

And we passed through the cavern of rats. And we passed through the path of boiling steam. And we passed through the country of the blind. And we passed through the slough of despond. And we passed through the vale of tears. And we came, finally, to the ice caverns.

I will use big words from time to time, the meanings of which I may only vaguely perceive, in hopes such cupidity will send you scampering to your dictionary: I will call such behavior 'public service'.

You're a writer. And that's something better than being a millionaire. Because it's something holy.

I've only been an asshole to assholes!