Van was screaming something and Jolu was shouting and I looked at them for a second and that was when someone put a coarse.
Worrying about them always struck me as about as useful as worrying about getting hit by lightning.
I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.
I felt the doors open near me, and then saw a confusion of booted feet moving close by.
One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.
I'm glad I didn't have to fight in any war. I'm glad I didn't have to pick up a gun. I'm glad I didn't get killed or kill somebody. I hope my kids enjoy the same lack of manhood.
The toughest question has always been, "How do you get your ideas?" How do you answer that? It's like asking runners how they run, or singers how they sing. They just do it!
Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
For the most part, fear is nothing but an illusion. When you share it with someone else, it tends to disappear.