You know that thing about Death Be Not Proud? Well, Fear Be Not Proud either. And Fear Be Not Elegant. What Fear be is stumbling, bumbling flight, crashing through brush, slip-sliding on pine needles, sloshing through puddles that are always deeper than you expect.

You couldn't hurt a fly." Actually I was pretty good at pinging flies right out of the air, but I tried to look appropriately harmless.

I think it was Mark Twain who said, “Get your facts straight, and then you can distort them as much as you like.

I want people to react to my work, to think, to question, to challenge, to cry and laugh and feel.

Knowing and believing are two different things.

Do you still do the clubs?” Jake shakes his head. “You do the clubs because you can’t find what you need at home. I’ve got everything I need. I’ve got the answer to needs I didn’t even know I had.

Have I ever told you, you look like Monty Clift? he inquired in a deep, seductive voice. Before or after the accident?