If I cannot horrify, I'll go for the gross out. I'm not proud.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.

Because things like this you can only ssay once. And you either get it wrong or right, it's the end either way, because it's too hard to ever try to say again.

Lightning flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if they had fireflies of their own, monster fireflies the size of dinosaurs.

Do you need someone to make you a paper badge with the word WRITER on it before you can believe you are one? God I hope not.

You couldn't not like someone who liked the guitar.

But it's writing, damn it, not washing the car or putting on eyeliner. If you can take it seriously, we can do business. If you can't or won't, it's time for you to close the book and do something else. Wash the car, maybe.