Age is a clever thief. It takes a little from you each day, so you're not aware of your loss until it'd irreversible.

Is there a design in the events of our lives? Or do things just happen, much like a junk yard falling down a staircase? If it's the latter, how do you deal with it?

Money can't buy happiness but it'll sure keep a mess of grief off your front porch.

You have two choices in life. You either die or do something with your time. You're going to be doing something - why not write?

There's no substitute for loyalty.

The best thing about being a best-selling writer is being a best-selling writer. More seriously, today I can write full time and pay the bills.

I could only wonder again at the white race's naïveté in always sending forth our worst members as our emissaries.