Those women like to see their tongues dance.

Life shoould be touched, not strangled. You've got to relax, let it happen at times, and at other move forward with it.

The real fear isn't rejection, but that there won't be enough time in your life to write all the stories that you have in you.

If teachers and grammar school editors find my jawbreaker sentences shatter their mushmilk teeth, let them eat stale cake dunked in weak tea of their own ungodly manufacture.

Men throw huge shadows on the lawn, don't they? Then, all their lives, they try to run to fit the shadows. But the shadows are always longer.

If you're reluctant to weep, you won't live a full and complete life.

Most of my short stories are fantasy.