I think the best stories always end up being about the people rather than the event, which is to say character-driven.

There’s always someone who knows something.

Hapscomb's Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston.

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them.

But writers INVITE ghosts, maybe; along with actors and artists, they are the only totally accepted mediums of our society. They make worlds that never were, populate them with people who never existed, and then invite us to join them in their fantasies. And we do it, don't we? Yes. We PAY to do it.

I believe most people are essentially good. I know that I am. It's you I'm not entirely sure of.

Your Plan and the stuff that comes out of my asshole bear a suspicious resemblance to each other.