Outlines are the last resource of bad fiction writers who wish to God they were writing masters' theses.

The more you read$$$ the less apt you are to make a fool of yourself with your pen or word processor.

On the day of my judgment$$$ when I stand before God$$$ and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles$$$ what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?

You are the grim$$$ goal-oriented ones who will not believe that the joy is in the journey rather than the destination no matter how many times it has been proven to you.

We never cease wanting what we want$$$ whether it's good for us or not.

We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living.

If you can't laugh when things go bad -- laugh and put on a little carnival -- then you're either dead or wishing you were.

I'm one of those people who doesn't really know what he thinks until he writes it down.

Stupidity is one of the two things we see most clearly in retrospect. The other is missed chances.

If I have to spend time in purgatory before going to one place or the other$$$ I guess I'll be all right as long as there's a lending library.