It must be a hard thing to kill a man you don't know and don't hate.

Maybe we all have in us a secret pond where evil and ugly things germinate and grow strong. But this culture is fences, and the swimming brood climbs up only to fall back. Might it not be that in the dark pools of some men the evil grows strong enough to wriggle over the fence and swim free? Would not such a man be our monster, and are we not related to him in our own hidden water? It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.

I know now why confusion in government is not only tolerated but encouraged. I have learned. A confused people can make no clear demands.

I've lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.

In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved.

Three hours of writing require twenty hours of preparation. Luckily I have learned to dream about the work, which saves me some working time.

Like most passionate nations, Texas has its own history based on, but not limited by, facts.