I don't like outlining, because books are organic things. Sometimes a book doesn't want to be written in a certain way.

At this moment, the story in his head was perfect. He also knew from experience that it would degenerate the second he started typing, because such was the nature of writing.

I just can't. I'm married. I made my bed and now I have to lie in it.

How hard can it be to find a girl and an elephant for Christ's sake?

Gorillas are in danger of being wiped out by the Ebola virus. I feel like we have limited time to get to know them and understand them and they're going to disappear - that's terrifically sad. Wouldn't it be great if we could stop that?

Dear God. Not only am I unemployed and homeless, but I also have a pregnant woman, bereaved dog, elephant, and eleven horses to take care of.

Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.