The only authority I respect is the one that causes butterflies to fly south in fall and north in springtime.

The Middle Ages hangs over history's belt like a beer belly. It is too late now for aerobic dancing or cottage cheese lunches to reduce the Middle Ages. History will have to wear size 48 shorts forever.

All dreams continue in the beyond.

Writing a novel is not so much a project as a journey, a voyage, an adventure.

Does koala bear poop smell like cough drops?

At the typewriter you find out who you are.

It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the shower. Death was happy to be alive. The fetus bailed out without a parachute. It landed in the sideline Astroturf, so upsetting the cheerleaders that for the remained of the afternoon their rahs were more like squeaks.