It's always sad if anybody you know has a personal problem.

Slippery slope. I carry a spare shirt, pretty soon I'm carrying spare pants. Then I'd need a suitcase. Next thing I know, I've got a house and a car and a savings plan and I'm filling out all kinds of forms.

The best fights are the ones you don't have", a wise man once said to me.

He looked at the pain and he set himself apart from it. He saw it, examined it, identified it, corralled it. He isolated it. He challenged it. You against me? Dream on, pal. He built borders for it. Then walls. He built walls and forced the pain behind them and then he moved the walls inward, compressing the pain, crushing it, boxing it in, limiting it, beating it.

A handgun at two hundred feet is the same thing as crossing your fingers and making a wish.

It's a kind of zen question: if you write a book and no one reads it, is it really a book?

I know I'm smarter than an armadillo