I'm not a drug salesman. I'm a writer." "What makes you think a writer isn't a drug salesman?

Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?

You've got to be a good date for the reader.

There is no peace, I'm sorry to say. We find it. We lose it. We find it again. We lose it again.

We were all gun nuts and they were called varmints, crows were, because they ate grain and so did we.

Let there be nothing harmonious about our children's playthings, lest they grow up expecting peace and order, and be eaten alive.

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