Here at this far lost end of the continent, where the trail wagons had stopped and the people with them.

And some day well remember so much that well build the biggest goddam steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it up.

Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.

Love is the answer to everything. It's the only reason to do anything.

I'm not in control of my muse. My muse does all the work.

Write a short story every week. It's not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.

But no man's a hero to himself. I've lived with me a lifetime. I know everything worth knowing about myself--" ~Something Wicked This Way Comes