When You Get Older, Keeping The Private

Asking Me Why I Did Or Didn't Do Anything Is Generally Pointless. How Do I Know? And Asking Me What I'll Do In The Future Is Even Less Rewarding.

I Can't Persuade Myself That One Of The Problems Facing The Planet Today Might Be A Shortage Of Books By Me.

This Church Was Open And Seemingly Unattended, And It Was A Throwback In Another Way As Well. The Candles In The Little Side Altars Were Real Ones, Actual Wax Candles That Burned With An Open Flame. Lots Of Churches Have Switched Over To Electrified Altars. You Drop Your Quarter In The Slot And A Flame-shaped Bulb Goes On And Stays On For Your Quarter's Worth Of Time. It's Like A Parking Meter, And If You Stay Too Long They Tow Away Your Soul.

If You Want To Write Fiction, The Best Thing You Can Do Is Take Two Aspirins, Lie Down In A Dark Room, And Wait For The Feeling To Pass.

Stories Are Like Assholes. Everybody's Got One And Most Of 'em Stink.