My home is not a place, it is people.
What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon it adds up to real money.
I looked up and saw a bunch of military-looking guys in coveralls, holding big, bulky rifles and wearing hooded gas masks with tinted face-plates.
Normal is not something to aspire to, it's something to get away from.
After I'm dead I'd rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one.