When a man talks from his heart, in his moment of truth, he speaks poetry.
Most of my short stories are fantasy.
You've been put on the world to love the act of being alive.
Every day is Christmas Day to a dog.
All you umpires, back to the bleachers. Referees, hit the showers. It's my game. I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases. At sunset, I've won or lost. At sunrise, I'm out again, giving it the old try.
Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.