Guys, gals, now hear this: No one wants to take away your hunting rifles. No one wants to take away your shotguns. No one wants to take away your revolvers, and no one wants to take away your automatic pistols, as long as said pistols hold no more than ten rounds. If you can't kill a home invader (or your wife, up in the middle of the night to get a snack from the fridge) with ten shots, you need to go back to the local shooting range.

Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?

Even at eleven, he had observed that things turned out right a ridiculous amount of the time.

no one dies happy, you can only die well

Writing is like sex. The more you think about it, the harder it is to do. It's better not to think about it so much and just let it happen.

I'm a salami writer. I try to write good salami, but salami is salami.

Madness is a kind of mental suicide.