Neal had a couple of good ideas and they fit nicely, so that's the way I decided to go.

ATLANTA NIGHTS is sure to please the reader who enjoys this sort of thing.

A hero is someone who simply got too frightened to use his good sense and run away, then somehow lived through it all.

There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want love so much, we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times, we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, "There is something about you I cherish." It doesn't entail marriage, or even physical love. There's love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of people. All different, all love.

Old habits are hard to forget, and old fears are habits.

Altruism accrues little benefit to those lying cold in the gutter.

I know you'll think this odd, but I find it strangely exhilarating not knowing what's coming next.