Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying.
because the hardest boss a man can ever have is himself.
Teaching school is like having jumper cables hooked to your brain, draining all the juice out of you.
Everything in moderation. And that includes a couple of beers a day.
The act of writing itself is done in secret, like masturbation.
Lightning flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if they had fireflies of their own, monster fireflies the size of dinosaurs.