They say that loving eyes can never see, but that's a fool's axiom. Sometimes, they see too much

Pray for rain while digging a well.

Why' is a crooked letter and can't be made straight.

When asked, "How do you write?" I invariably answer, "One word at a time," and the answer is invariably dismissed. But that is all it is. It sounds too simple to be true, but consider the Great Wall of China, if you will: one stone at a time, man. That's all. One stone at a time. But I've read you can see that motherfucker from space without a telescope.

May be she’ll learn something about what death really is, which is where the pain stops and the good memories begin. Not the end of life but the end of pain.

The bad ideas kind of just drop out of the mix. You forget about them. The good ones stick around.

Now comes the big question: What are you going to write about? And the equally big answer: Anything you damn well want. Anything at all .... as long as you tell the truth.