Most Of My Short Stories Are Fantasy.

Once The Automobile Appeared You Could Have Predicted That It Would Destroy As Many People As It Did.

In Order To Be Creative, You Don't Have To Be Original.

Poverty Made A Sound Like A Wet Cough In The Shadows Of The Room.

I'm Not Really Dying Today. No Person Ever Died That Had A Family. I'll Be Around A Long Time. A Thousand Years From Now, A Whole Township Of My Offspring Will Be Biting Sour Apples In The Gumwood Shade.

Self-consciousness Is The Enemy Of All Art, Be It Acting, Writing, Painting, Or Living Itself, Which Is The Greatest Art Of All.