He had been (Thinking? Praying?) It was all the same thing.

If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. There's no way around these two things that I'm aware of, no shortcut.

Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham? Ded-a-chek?

I think we rarely recognize the fifth business in our lives at the time those people are changing us.

Every religion lies. Every moral precept is a delusion. Even the stars are a mirage. The truth is darkness, and the only thing that matters is making a statement before one enters it. Cutting the skin of the world and leaving a scar. That's all history is, after all: scar tissue.

... suicide gets in the air sometimes. Like a cold germ.

If a fear cannot be articulated, it can't be conquered.