I think that’s why I write—the not knowing and the blasted good feeling I get out of it all.

I’ve had a fountain pen surgically implanted in my left index finger to save trouble. My body is tattooed with line upon line of truth, fiction, and a not-always-pleasing mix of the two.

When I pour a bowl of Uncle Sam’s cereal, I never know if I should stand when I eat, salute it first, or simply hum the Star Spangled Banner between mouthfuls.

I speak, I speak, and truth at that. Writers are a curious breed: brooding, fickle, alternately loving and hating their work—and each other. You’re my friend? Don’t pick up that pen!

Without the hard we stay too soft, and heaven is reduced to myths like life. Theology aside, it’s plain to see that God forbids we get too comfortable.

Today I fed him right off the bat, and only checked Facebook twice.

If a book can save—redeem us from the mediocrity of the mundane—surely, there must be a God.

Nonfiction. I didn’t choose it as much as it chose me. It squatted and birthed me one raw winter day then jerked me up and set me to scribing.

Writing makes me hard, like a fisherman, and brown from the heat. Tossing out and reeling in is a job for visionaries and those with calloused hands.

In this book, much is metaphorical, not as it seems. It’s written for writing’s sake, as if I were to say, “Let me tell you I’m dying.” Well of course I am. So are you.

This world rubs me raw, scours me smooth like an SOS pad put to a grease-caked skillet. And pain: it stabs and scrapes and pulls me back to earth, my final B&B, that worm-spun cot of cool black sod.

I'm beginning to think that to hope isn't the same as to expect something. To hope is to believe that life is an acceptable chaos.

I may not have had a great background, but I am grateful because nothing could have prepared me for the future than the past I've been through.

Rather than condemning people for their wrong deeds, love and pray for them because everyone has their shortcomings

A performance art piece is unprecedented. It is difficult to censor since it has a good possibility of never being done before.

Wait and hope!

Man usually thinks liberty is the power of doing what he likes to do. That is license.

Compliment but do not covet.

If you have achieved any level of success, then pour it into someone else. Success is not success without a successor.

He moved in a way that suggested he was attempting the world speed record for the nonchalant walk.

Do not try to convert others to your point of view, except by holding it and living accordingly.