I Try To Create Sympathy For My

There Is No Idea Dump, No Story Central, No Island Of The Buried Bestsellers; Good Stories Seem To Come Quite Literally From Nowhere, Sailing At You Right Out Of The Empty Sky.

I Think Telling Stories Is Like Pushing Something. Pushing Against Uncreation Itself, Maybe.

If Life Teaches Anything At All It Teaches That There Are So Many Happy Endings That The Man Who Believes That There Is No God Needs His Rationality Called Into Serious Question.

The Mystery Of The Universe Is Not Time But Size.

Friends Come In And Out Of Our Lives, Like Busboys In A Restaurant.