The tradition I was born into was essentially nomadic, a herdsmen tradition, following animals across the earth. The bookshops are a form of ranching; instead of herding cattle, I herd books. Writing is a form of herding, too; I herd words into little paragraph-like clusters.

From him to the stars, in all directions, there was only silence and emptiness.

Texas is rich in unredeemed dreams

Anyway, whacking a surly bartender ain't much of a crime.

Razzy was insulting me silently somehow.

Self-parody is the first portent of age.

Only a rank degenerate would drive 1,500 miles across Texas without eating a chicken fried steak.