Life was reduced to its four basic elements: air, food, drink, and a good friend.

Ideas are easy. It's the execution of ideas that really separates the sheep from the goats.

I think you'd best make your peace with the past since you've come this far. I think you know by now that you won't go back again.

All of us are subjected to somebody else's power at some point. So once in a while you kiss ass. So what? Either you make your peace with that early, or you end up living your life as a crank and a misfit.

Personally, I don't endorse the notion of mortality. It's fine for other folk, but I disapprove of the concept for me and my loved ones.

Of the first seven novels I wrote, numbers four and five were published. Numbers one, two, three, six, and seven, have never seen the light of day... and rightly so.

Sometimes I wonder what the difference is between being cautious and being dead.