Because The Hardest Boss A Man Can

Your Hair Is Winter Fire January Embers My Heart Burns There, Too.

Only Two Things Happen To Writers When They Die: Either Their Work Survives, Or It Becomes Forgotten.

My Father Had Taught Me - Mostly By Example - That If A Man Wanted To Be In Charge Of His Life, He Had To Be In Charge Of His Problems.

Guys Like Henry And His Buddies Were An Accident Waiting To Happen; The Little Kids' Version Of Floods Or Tornadoes Or Gallstones.

I Write About Rats Because They Scare The Hell Out Of Me. I Think We Tend To Write Out Our Phobias.