I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and Im enjoying it.

Make notes—I’ve lost more material than I’ve ever written. Contrary to popular opinion, it’s not still up there in one’s brain. It’s in outer space and it ain’t coming back.

. . . crazy world or maybe it's just the view we have of it, looking through a crack in the door, never being able to see the whole room, the whole picture.

Life is not a series of pathetic, meaningles actions. Some of them are so far from pathetic, so far from meaningless as to be beyond reason, maybe beyond forgiveness.

Ours was not a political household, when I was growing up.

I think living the blessed life is the luck of the draw.

And if you ever do a survey, you'll find that people prefer illusion to reality, ten to one. Twenty, even.