Big money seeks out the company of its own, for purposes of reproduction.

Bad books on writing tell you to "WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW", a solemn and totally false adage that is the reason there exist so many mediocre novels about English professors contemplating adultery.

Tonight we're going to show you eight silent ways to kill a man.

Rationalism doesn't require "belief," only observation. The real, measurable world doesn't care what you believe.

The worst advice a young writer can get is "Write what you know." Imagination is more important than experience.

All experience is memory, and so everything you write about is from memory-unless you're writing about typing.

A good sign that an army has been around too long is that it starts getting top-heavy with officers.

Maybe war is an inevitable product of human nature. Maybe to get rid of war, we have to become something other than human.

There's no such thing as writing about the future. The future hasn't happened yet.

Doctors don’t seem to realize that most of us are perfectly content not having to visualize ourselves as animated bags of skin filled with obscene glop.

Writer's block? Don't worry about it. Either it goes away or you die.

The sound of his sleep, the snores and sighs and small noices, is company.

The desire to touch her, to kiss her would end up with her walking away and him hurting again. So why the hell did he reach up and stroke her cheek with the back of his knuckle?

I had escaped the snare of certitude that I welcomed so avidly at first and entered, via the name of Jesus, the wide and comprehensive company of Jesus.

I don't care about faces, personalities or clothes . . . I only care about the soul.

The soul ... is audible not visible.

I do think that this whole area of cyber is something that at an international level we have to work on and develop frameworks and international norms so that we don't see a cyber arms race.

I have a four-month-old and I also have a toddler, so that takes up all of my time.

I have been breaking silence these twenty-three years and have hardly made a rent in it.

We just say: the divorce didn't work out.

Who knew there were so many ghosts to be busted in the world?