He lay back, put his arm over his eyes, and tried to hold onto the anger, because the anger made him feel brave. A brave man could think. A coward couldn't.

He could feel the pores of his body open like a million mouths and slurp the water in like a sponge.

If it's ka it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone

Whenever anything important happens in America, they have to gold-plate it, like baby shoes. That way you can forget it.

A lot of us grow up and we grow out of the literal interpretation that we get when we're children, but we bear the scars all our life. Whether they're scars of beauty or scars of ugliness, it's pretty much in the eye of the beholder.

When a good writer is having fun, the audience is almost always having fun too.

All you need to do is hold on tight...and believe.