I think a blog is a catalyst for a number of possible kinds of writing besides being its own medium.

If two New Hampshiremen aren't a match for the devil, we might as well give the country back to the Indians.

Oh, Georgia booze is mighty fine booze, The best yuh ever poured yuh, But it eats the soles right offen yore shoes, For Hell's broke loose in Georgia.

You can take off your hats now, gentlemen, and I think perhaps you'd better.

Books are not men and yet they are alive. They are man's memory and his aspiration, the link between his present and his past, the tools he builds with.

We do not fight for the real but for shadows we make. A flag is a piece of cloth and a word is a sound, But we make them something neither cloth nor a sound, Totems of love and hate, black sorcery-stones.

I had lost something in my youth and made money instead.