I want story, wit, music, wryness, color, and a sense of reality in what I read, and I try to get it in what I write.

We were about to give up and call it a night when somebody threw the girl off the bridge.

In the morning I'm often anti-semantic.

When you see the ugliness behind the tears of another person, it makes you take a closer look at your own.

Friendships, like marriages, are dependent on avoiding the unforgivable.

All thinking is done with the glands. Logic is added later to tidy things up.

My purpose is to entertain myself first and other people secondly.