First you must have the images, then come the words.

The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them.

The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before.

We're all getting lashed to the great wheel of uniformity.

It's kind of strange-- in fiction you get to tell lies and are applauded for it.

The road is a strange place. Shuffling along, I looked up and you were there walking across the grass toward my truck on an August day. In retrospect, it seems inevitable - it could not have been any other way-- a case of what I call the high probability of the improbable

Anyone who can feel that way about a woman is worth lovin himself.