Flip-flop, hippety-hop, offa your rocker and over the top, life's a fiction and the world's a lie, so put on some Creedence and let's get high.

Clear communication between selves - the surface self and the deep self - is the enemy of self-doubt. It slays confusion.

Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.

She felt like someone who drowns remembering what it was like to still be on the boat, so calm and at ease, so carelessly safe

Memories are contrary things; if you quit chasing them and turn your back, they often return on their own.

I've met talespinners before, Jake, and they're all cut more or less from the same cloth. They tell tales because they're afraid of life.

Guys, gals, now hear this: No one wants to take away your hunting rifles. No one wants to take away your shotguns. No one wants to take away your revolvers, and no one wants to take away your automatic pistols, as long as said pistols hold no more than ten rounds. If you can't kill a home invader (or your wife, up in the middle of the night to get a snack from the fridge) with ten shots, you need to go back to the local shooting range.