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He kneels and prays to heaven but nothing happens.
The Fantasy Writer's Assistant and Other Stories (2002)
Nothing is more comforting to people than to have their certainties trumpeted back to them in bold, clear typeface.
The Empire of Ice Cream (2006)
You are no more nor less than any man—a hungry heart and a wavering will.
Crackpot Palace (2012)
They’ve told so many lies in their lives that they’ve run out and can now tell only the truth.
Crackpot Palace (2012)
What good is the illusion of fiction if it cannot show us a way to become the people we need to be?
The Fantasy Writer's Assistant and Other Stories (2002)
The lion is fur, muscle, tendon, claw, and speed, five important ingredients of the unfathomable.
There is no certainty but that there is no certainty.
Halloween was close, our favorite holiday because it carried none of the pain-in-the-ass holiness of Christmas and still there was free candy.
The Empire of Ice Cream (2006)
Parents—so essential yet sometimes like something you have stepped in and cannot get off your shoe. What else is there but to love them?
The Empire of Ice Cream (2006)
Now I was stuck and could feel the tide of years suddenly beginning to rise around me.
The Empire of Ice Cream (2006)
I had, at the time, an irrational, Luddite inclination that there was something morally bankrupt about making art with a computer.
If he’s not crazy, he’s probably playing with your mind. He seems to have a healthy measure of mischief about him. That string tie is a good indicator.
The Fantasy Writer's Assistant and Other Stories (2002)
He’s no physician, he’s Grandfather Mess. He couldn’t cure a pain in the ass unless he left the room.
The Fantasy Writer's Assistant and Other Stories (2002)
Between Heaven and Hell there is this place called reality. Reality might as well be Hell if you don’t have cash.
The Fantasy Writer's Assistant and Other Stories (2002)
“My dear Philosopher,” said the countess. “You give sanity a bad name.”
The Fantasy Writer's Assistant and Other Stories (2002)
“There is only one term for this war,” said the old man with the sunglasses. “‘Clusterfuck.’ Cluster as in ‘cluster’ and fuck as in ‘fuck.’ No more need be said.”
Real memories intrude now and then as do self-admonitions for a wasted life, but the smoke’s other feature is that it lets you not give a shit about anything but taking in more smoke.
The Fantasy Writer's Assistant and Other Stories (2002)
Dreams are dreams and the future is like a hall of mirrors reflecting the past and offering up wavering illusions until everything shatters and you were cut to ribbons by shards of reality.
Crackpot Palace (2012)
An honor it was, too, as he told me, “You know that because you don’t get paid anything for it.”
Life was never so clear-cut as to offer anything as certain as a war between Heaven and Hell. That was for stories.
The Fantasy Writer's Assistant and Other Stories (2002)