Humor is almost always anger with its make-up on.

I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and fries.

We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other ... except through faith.

They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.

I am always chilled and astonished by the would-be writers who ask me for advice and admit, quite blithely, that they "don't have time to read." This is like a guy starting up Mount Everest saying that he didn't have time to buy any rope or pitons.

You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.

I did spend years as an addict, so I know that world, although I wish I didn't.