The idea that creative endeavor and mind-altering substances are entwined is one of the great pop-intellectual myths of our time.

The soil of a man’s heart is stonier; a man grows what he can and tends it.

Pray for rain all you like, but dig a well as you do it.

I just didn't want her to get hurt. I thought she was going to be. But everyone gets their share, don't they? Sure. Pow, in the nose. Pow, in the eye. Pow, below the belt, down you go, and the ref just went out for a hot dog.

I win, you win. You win, I win. The gun, I win. The fruit, you win. I win, you win.

Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose.