My short stories are like soft shadows I have set out in the world, faint footprints I have left. I remember exactly where I set down each and every one of them, and how I felt when I did. Short stories are like guideposts to my heart.

Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.

Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.

Most near-future fictions are boring. It's always dark and always raining, and people are so unhappy.

Her smile steps offstage for a moment, then does an encore, all while I'm dealing with my blushing face.

Like it or not, it's the society we live in. Even the standard of right and wrong has been subdivided, made sophisticated. Within good, there's fashionable good and unfashionable good, and ditto for bad. Within fashionable good, there's formal and then there's casual; there's hip, there's cool, there's trendy, there's snobbish. Mix 'n' match.

Artists are those who can evade the verbose.