The umpire had comical news. The congregation had been theoretically spotted from the air by a theoretical enemy. They were all theoretically dead now. The theoretical corpses laughed and ate a hearty noontime meal.

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

Terry Southern is the illegitimate son of Mack Sennett and Edna Saint Vincent Millay.

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

Nobody will stop you from creating. Do it tonight. Do it tomorrow. That is the way to make your soul grow.

In an unmoored life like mine, sleep and hunger and work arrange themselves to suit themselves, without consulting me.

Don't put anything into a story that does not reveal character or advance the action.