This was not some pretty little girl, coyly flirtatious, delicately stimulated. This was the mature female of the species, vivid, handsome and strong demanding that all the life within her be matched. Her instinct would detect any hedging, any dishonesty, any less than complete response to her - and then she would be gone for good.

Old friend, there are people—young and old—that I like, and people that I do not like. The former are always in short supply. I am turned off by humorless fanaticism, whether it's revolutionary mumbo-jumbo by a young one, or loud lessons from scripture by and old one. We are all comical, touching, slapstick animals, walking on our hind legs, trying to make it a noble journey from womb to tomb, and the people who can't see it all that way bore hell out of me.

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.

Integrity is not a conditional word. It doesn't blow in the wind or change with the weather.

The only thing that prisons demonstrably cure is heterosexuality.

A man with a credit card is in hock to his own image of himself.

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