I taught writing for a while and whenever somebody would tell me they were going to write about their dad, I would tell them they might as well go write about killing puppies because neither story was going to work. It just doesn't work.

Literature should not disappear up its own asshole, so to speak.

Unannounced changes in life's itinerary are like dancing lessons from God.

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.

I couldn't help wondering if that was what God put me on Earth for--to find out how much a man could take without breaking.

I know of very few people who are dreaming of a world for their grandchildren.

As a matter of social class Ku Klux Klan would have been regarded as white trash.