Up with life. Stamp out all small and large indignities. Leave everyone alone to make it without pressure. Down with hurting. Lower the standard of living. Do without plastics. Smash the servo-mechanisms. Stop grabbing. Snuff the breeze and hug the kids. Love all love. Hate all hate.

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.

Way over half the murders committed in this country are by close friends or relatives of the deceased. A gun makes a loud and satisfying noise in a moment of passion and requires no agility and very little strength. How many murders wouldn't happen, if they all had to use hammers and knives?

Now it stands to reason, mister, any damn fool stares into the sun long enough, he'll end up seeing exactly what some other damn fool tells him he's going to see.

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.

The only thing in the world worth a damn is the strange, touching, pathetic, awesome nobility of the individual human spirit.