I never saw any of my dad's stories. My mother said he had piles and piles of manuscripts.

you must not come lightly to the blank page.

Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.

I've put men to death-men with supposedly immortal souls-that looked dumber than that mouse

The workman cut to the left, still laying on his horn, and roared around the drunkenly weaving limousine. He invited the driver of the limo to perform an illegal sex act on himself. To engage in oral congress with various rodents and birds. He articulated his own proposal that all persons of Negro blood return to their native continent. He expressed his sincere belief in the position the limo driver's soul would occupy in the afterlife. He finished by saying that he believed he had met the limodriver's mother in a New Orleans house of prostitution.

If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered, anyway... You must be prepared to do some serious turning inward toward the life of the imagination, and that means, I'm afraid, that Geraldo, Keith Obermann, and Jay Leno must go. Reading takes time, and the glass teat takes too much of it.

It don't matter if you believe in God Nick, he believes in you.