Good-bye and hello, as always.

There's no such thing as civilization. The word just means the art of living in cities.

Love is a negative form of hatred.

If the liberal arts do nothing else they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.

One of my standard - and fairly true - responses to the question as to how story ideas come to me is that story ideas only come to me for short stories. With longer fiction, it is a character (or characters) coming to visit, and I am then obliged to collaborate with him/her/it/them in creating the story.

Death is the only limit to the road you travel.

Of course it does not apply to me. I am the soul of honor, kindness, mercy and goodness. Trust me in all things.