Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.

It wasn't my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.

In the long run managements stressing accounting appearance over economic substance usually achieve little of either.

Price is what you pay. Value is what you get.

No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.

Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears.

We mock the things we are to be.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

The best time to act on this was decades ago. The second best time is now.

Write a short story every week. It's not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.