In This Dream, I Wasn’t A Coyote

I Could Hear Him Laughing. Son Of A Bit*h. I Would Kill Him. I Didn't Care If He Was Coyote Or The Son Of Satan.he Was A Dead Man Walking.

A Man's Immortality Can Be Found In His Children.

Wizards Don't All Look Alike.

"i Thought Indians Built Fires With Fiction." .... "i Can Do That, But I'd Like To Eat Sometime In The Next Day Or So. Sterno And Bic Are Much Faster."

Bran Was Stripping Her Futon Down To The Bare Mattress When She Entered Her Apartment. It Was Sort Of Like Watching The President Mowing The White House Lawn Or Taking Out The Trash.