I'm one of those people who doesn't really know what he thinks until he writes it down.

The rope by which the great blocks of taxes are attached to any citizenry is simple loyalty.

The color white is the absence of memory.

You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.

And she sees that the moonlight is losing its orange glow. It has become buttery, and will soon turn to silver.

I've spread my legs in the backseat in a creative sense quite a few times.

Everything is sort of built in a way that to me suggests intelligent design. But at the same time, there's a lot of things in life where you say to yourself, well, if this is God's plan, it's very peculiar. And you have to wonder about that guy's personality, the big guy's personality.