It was too late for he and his father to have an adventure, and NOTHING seemed to have any color anymore.

Stories were heirlooms in these parts.

The feeling of a place was the best reason to go.

Sometimes the imagination could be even crueler than the bone saw.

Even their downtime was epic.

Reputation became the pirates' sharpest sword.

The house is eerily quiet. All this time I thought silence would be a welcome reprieve, but it's less comforting than I imagined. The house feels so much bigger and colder than it ever has.

Fear no one except the One.

Culture is the intersection of people and life itself. It's how we deal with life, love, death, birth, disappointment... all of that is expressed in culture.

One thing I believe that's a key to success is celebrate your surroundings.

There seems to be a law that governs all our actions so I never make plans.

In the beginning, my mother humored me when I told her I wanted to be a reporter.

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.

You have to make shots. That's the bottom line.

She has been kissed as often as a police-court Bible, and by much the same class of people.

A writer does not own words any more than a painter owns colors. So lets dispense with this originality fetish… Look, listen and transcribe and forget about being original.