There is no Idea Dump, no Story Central, no Island of the Buried Bestsellers; good stories seem to come quite literally from nowhere, sailing at you right out of the empty sky.

Words create sentences; sentences create paragraphs; sometimes paragraphs quicken and begin to breathe.

And when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you're inside.

A woman who would steal your love when your love was really all you had to give was not much of a woman.

There are really very few economies of scale in centralising or standardising advertising.

When you're six, most of your Bingo balls are still floating around in the draw-tank.

Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.