Booze And Tobacco And Lots Of Sex.

The Less Attention I Pay To What People Want And The More Attention I Pay To Just Writing The Book I Want To Write, The Better I Do.

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 Fate Sends You A Lemon, Use It To Make Lemonade.

Man, I So Sick Of Dinosaurs. They Wasn't Extinct, I'd Go Out An' Kill 'em Myself.

As A Friend Of Mine, Herself A Writer, Says, 'people Who Spend The Most Meaningful Hours Of Their Lives In The Exclusive Company Of Imaginary People Are Apt To Be A Little Strange'