Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.

You discarded most of the lies along the way but held on to the one that said life mattered.

The idea that America exists in a culture of violence is bullshit. What America exists in is a culture of Kardashian.

If you're just starting out as a writer, you could do worse than strip your television's electric plug-wire, wrap a spike around it, and then stick it back into the wall. See what blows, and how far. Just an idea.

I think it is harder to write a story that appeals to the intellect. But, when you tie onto one, you can do it quite deeply. It really depends on the type of idea you have to begin with.

Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.

But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.