Things come in three major degrees in the human experience, I think. There's good, bad, and terrible. And as you go down into progressive darkness towards terrible, it gets harder and harder to make subdivisions.

If the stuff you're writing is not for yourself, it won't work.

When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, 'Why god? Why me?' and the thundering voice of God answered, 'There's just something about you that pisses me off.'

Small towns harbor small imaginations.

Every marriage has two hearts, one light and one dark

I think part of being a parent is trying to kill your kids.

Madness is a kind of mental suicide.