And when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you're inside.

We all have a tendency to want order in our lives. But order presupposes authority, and authority presupposes, sooner or later, that we'll all need hooves. It's going to happen sooner or later, isn't it? You know it is.

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

May you find your Tower, Roland, and breach it, and may you climb to the top!

The King is in his Tower, eating bread and honey. The Breakers in the basement, making all the money.

The wind makes you ache is some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die - migrate or die.

Good days and long nights to ya, sai.