He had a massive stroke. He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?

Only library books speak with such wordless eloquence of the power good stories hold over us.

There came a time when you realized that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself with you wherever you went.

The low bird is not picked tenderly out of the dust by its fellows; rather, it is dispatched quickly and without mercy.

Ka works and the world moves on.

I'm not a big fan of psychoanalysis: I think if you have mental problems what you need are good pills. But I do think that if you have thinks that bother you, things that are unresolved, the more that you talk about them, write about them, the less serious they become.

The road to hell is paved with adverbs.