Panic is highly contagious, especially in situations when nothing is known and everything is in flux.

How many times, over how many years, had he—a grown man—asked for the mercy of another chance? He was suddenly so sick of himself, so revolted, that he could have groaned aloud.

If you were seeing a lot of horseshit, there had to be a pony in the vicinity.

Sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.

Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up.

Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.

Your first impulse is to share good news, your second is to club someone with it.