I used to get criticized for putting food in novels.

The only advice I can give to aspiring writers is don't do it unless you're willing to give your whole life to it. Red wine and garlic also helps.

The fact is, the media never gets off the interstate unless there's a major explosion.

What cannot be said, will get wept.

It is easy to forget that in the main we die only seven times more slowly than our dogs.

Wherever we go we do harm, forgiving ourselves as wheels do cement for wearing each other out. We set this house on fire, forgetting that we live within. (from "To a Meadowlark," for M.L. Smoker)

Death steals everything except our stories.