If you don’t have the time to do something right, where are you going to find the time to fix it?

He was a clot looking for a place to happen, a splinter of bone hunting a soft organ to puncture, a lonely lunatic cell looking for a mate - they would set up housekeeping and raise themselves a cozy little malignant tumor.

I am, when you stop to think of it, a member of a fairly select group: the final handful of American novelists who learned to read and write before they learned to eat a daily helping of video bullshit.

Poe was the first writer to write about main characters who were bad guys or who were mad guys, and those are some of my favorite stories.

Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.

...maybe the world needs a cadre of smartasses to liven things up, who knows?

Sooner or later even the fastest runners have to stand and fight.