Now panic beats and flutters inside my skull like a flock of starlings locked in an attic.

When I was a kid I believed everything I was told, everything I read, and every dispatch sent out by my own overheated imagination. This made for more than a few sleepless nights, but it also filled the world I lived in with colors and textures I would not have traded for a lifetime of restful nights.

Grammar is...the pole you grab to get your thoughts up on their feet and walking.

Sometimes a cigar is just a smoke and a story's just a story

C-C-Can you get bones in your buh-buh-brain?' Bill asked. This was turning into the most interesting conversation he'd had in weeks.

I'm seen as somebody who writes for adults because I'm an older man myself. Some of them find me, and a lot of them don't.

A man who lies about beer makes enemies.