Tricker the Squirrel is the best piece I ever wrote. It's intricate.

His whole body shakes with the strain as he tries to lift something he knows he can't lift, something everybody knows he can't lift. But, for just a second, when we hear the cement grind at our feet, we think, by golly, he might do it.

Leary can get a part of my mind that's kind of rusted shut grinding again, just by being around him and talking.

He Who Marches Out Of Step Hears Another Drum

I been away a long time.

Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing.

I'd take a look at my own self in the mirror and wonder how it was possible that anybody could manage such an enormous thing as being what he was.