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.

But it's hard for a man to give up all his pleasures, even when they don't pleasure him no more.

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

Legends grow beards, and twenty-three years is plenty of time to grow a long one.

The woman had looked into the abyss and then walked out across it.

I always drank, from when it was legal for me to drink. And there was never a time for me when the goal wasn't to get as hammered as I could possibly afford to. I never understood social drinking, that's always seemed to me like kissing your sister.

I'm going to be dead for a long time, so I have a lot to do now.