I Do Have Trouble With Titles.

Death Steals Everything Except Our Stories.

The Simple Act Of Opening A Bottle Of Wine Has Brought More Happiness To The Human Race Than All The Collective Governments In The History Of Earth

The World That Used To Nurse Us Now Keeps Shouting Inane Instructions. That's Why I Ran To The Woods.

I Like Grit, I Like Love And Death, I'm Tired Of Irony. ... A Lot Of Good Fiction Is Sentimental. ... The Novelist Who Refuses Sentiment Refuses The Full Spectrum Of Human Behavior, And Then He Just Dries Up. ... I Would Rather Give Full Vent To All Human Loves And Disappointments, And Take A Chance On Being Corny, Than Die A Smartass.

Zen Is The Vehicle Of Reality.