Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

Story is honorable and trustworthy; plot is shifty, and best kept under house arrest.

He could feel the pores of his body open like a million mouths and slurp the water in like a sponge.

Hapscomb's Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston.

I start work around 8 a.m. and usually finish around noon. If there's more to do, I do it in the late afternoon, although that isn't prime time for me.

That's something that is almost accidental at the beginning of a career, but the more you write, the more trained you are to recognize the little signals.

I've always believed in God. I also think that's the sort of thing that either comes as part of the equipment, the capacity to believe, or at some point in your life, when you're in a position where you actually need help from a power greater than yourself, you simply make an agreement.