One problem with age is that patience begins to ebb.

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.

The greatest sin for a writer is to be boring.

The first rule of hurricane coverage is that every broadcast must begin with palm trees bending in the wind.

Sunset on the water ought to be a quiet and easy time, but I guess some people can't stand a little silence.

My escape is to just get in a boat and disappear on the water.

My driving record is not exemplary, but I have never had a speeding ticket over 100 m.p.h. I can say that unequivocally.

Disney's something to be a little alarmed about. It's not just a little theme park anymore. It's now an ethic and outlook and strategy that goes way beyond central Florida.

There is no writer's block in a newsroom. There's only unemployment block.

Unfortunately for novelists, real life is getting way too funny and far-fetched.

I've always enjoyed making people laugh. But in order for me to be funny, I have to get ticked off about something.

One cannot bring up boys to be eagles and then expect them to be sparrows.

How to prepare someone for leadership:I do it.I do it and you watch.You do it and I watch.You do it.You do it and someone else watches.

I grew up with a truck. My dad had one, so I like trucks.

You won't be happy anywhere until you're happy somewhere.

I find the fact that billionaires are quoted as if the fact that they are billionaires gives them some kind of wisdom is outrageous.

An external thing that is knowable [is knowable] by means of something internal that is consubstantial [with the rational soul].

My role is to remind people that everyday people can make a difference. And if we get people out there doing things to make America a better place, we can bring change.

Gourmet: Usually little more than a glutton festooned with credit cards.

Why worry about what threatens our heads or purses? Let us think instead of what threatens our souls.

Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is it not in mercy then that sorrow is allotted unto us?