Caedite eos. Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius. ("Kill them all. For the Lord knoweth them that are His." Supposedly said when asked by a Crusader how to distinguish the Cathars from the Catholics.)

In near panic, I craned my neck to gaze over the cabin’s roofline a bursting fireball.

Like Richard Price and the late, great Elmore Leonard, Matt Burgess is one of those cool, quick and funny writers who can turn a seemingly routine crime caper into something special.

There is melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the grass

Revolutions are not exportable: revolutions are created by oppressive conditions which Latin American countries exercise against their peoples.

I know the media likes to personalize political debates, and I know the government will demonize me.

I feel some responsibility to shine light on things that I love.

I don't think that any 'ism' is higher than literature or art. So I'm a formalist. I greatly honor and respect the form of a work.

Fill high the cup with Samian wine!

I feel no care of coin,Well-doing is my wealth;My mind to me an empire is,While grace affordeth health.

What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?