There is a riddle about a man who is locked in a room with nothing but a bed and a calendar, and the question is: How does he survive? The answer is: He eats dates from the calendar and drinks from the springs of the bed.

The gun made a ripping sound like the opening of a zipper on the fly of God Almighty.

Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.

Every sentence must do one of two things-reveal character or advance the action.

We'd all do well to start over again, preferably with kindergarten.

Hate, in the long run, is about as nourishing as cyanide.

I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.