I can only say the first thing that pops into my mind is I remember, years ago, seeing kind of a has-been country singer working - when I first moved to Nashville - in a bar in a Holiday Inn.

Searching is half the fun: life is much more manageable when thought of as a scavenger hunt as opposed to a surprise party.

There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us.

There will always be those who feel more comfortable not venturing from the warmth of the hearth, but there are those who prefer to look out the window and wonder what is beyond the horizon.

Truth is stranger than fishin.

And you find as a writer there are certain spots on the planet where you write better than others, and I believe in that. And New Orleans is one of them.

Well, I'm still here. Didn't have to go to rehab, and I'm not broke.