A monkey was the President, though maybe not the first. And there was peace and harmony throughout the universe.

I took up a sort of a hobby of just hanging around the local library. I'd pick out an author and I would read all their books.

I love coffee in a cup, little fuzzy pups, bourbon in a glass, and grass.

I had the notion that I wanted to write the great dirty American novel, so I went to Roanoke College on the GI Bill.

Nobody knows a hit before it's a hit.

When you retire, it's a place in life, a part of the journey. You just don't quit work; you develop an attitude where you can do what you please

Is this really Butte, Montana, or just existential blues?