Past glories are poor feeding.

Imagine that. Terrible, terrible, the way we have all bent to the yoke; the affection we have for the harness about us.

If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster.

Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.

Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.

Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what's right.