If power was an illusion, wasn't weakness necessarily one also?

I've got forward momentum. There's no virtue in it. It's just a balancing act. I don't dare stop.

One learns better than to hand one's choices to fear. With age, with every wound and scar, one learns.

Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.

I do think, half of what we call madness is just some poor slob dealing with pain by a strategy that annoys the people around him.

For me, writing is more a process of discovering the book than planning it.

I am an atheist, myself. A simple faith, but a great comfort to me, in these last days.