Friends come in and out of our lives, like busboys in a restaurant.
I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.
What Darwin was too polite to say, my friends, is that we came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous motherfuckers in the jungle.
I don't have nightmares; I give them all to you.
We all float down here!
If a writer knows what he or she is doing, I'll go along for the ride. If he or she doesn't... well, I'm in my fifties now, and there are a lot of books out there. I don't have time to waste with the poorly written ones.