It's alright to feel fear, but sometimes a very bad idea to show it.
I never met a writer who wasn't lazy.
the only mortal sin is giving up.
A person could see a lot without ever leaving his own living room. Especially if he had the right tools.
Dead fields under a November sky, scattered rose petals brown and turning up at the edges, empty pools scummed with algae, rot, decomposition, dust.
I win, you win. You win, I win. The gun, I win. The fruit, you win. I win, you win.