I'm not a drug salesman. I'm a writer.

One good thing about TV is, if you die violently, God forbid, on camera, you will not have died in vain because you will be great entertainment.

Billy covered his head with his blanket. He always covered his head when his mother came to see him in the mental ward - always got much sicker until she went away. It wasn’t that she was ugly, or had bad breath or a bad personality. She was a perfectly nice, standard-issue, brown-haired, white woman with a high school education. She upset Billy simply by being his mother. She made him feel embarrassed and ungrateful and weak because she had gone through so much trouble to give him life, and to keep that life going, and Billy didn’t really like life at all.

Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.

What war has always been is a puberty ceremony.

We are what we pretend to be.

There's a Chaplain who never visited the front.