Good, ’ he said. ‘Cause Maggie’s all the nightmare I can take.’I smiled. ‘Gus, I never knew you dreamed of me.’He gave me a one-fingered salute.

Gus leaned back in his chair, appearing satisfied."Good, " he said. "Cause Maggie's all the nightmare I can take."I smiled. "Gus, I never knew you dreamed of me." He gave me a one-fingered salute

Chance favours the bold.

Dead yet?" Gus answered.I smirked. "Not yet, but the night's still young.""Here's hoping.

The favour of God, forfeits the failure of men.

Half hating, half loving, this free time between writing books.

The only thing Christianity can not be...is moderately important.

I find humming is very useful.

I wish there were some photographic process by which one's mind could be struck off and transferred to that of the friend we wish to know it, without the medium of this confounded letter-writing!

What do you want from me? Fine writing? Or do you want to see the sales curve stop moving down and start moving up?

Any philosophy that can be put in a nutshell belongs there.

Our kinship with Earth must be maintained; otherwise, we will find ourselves trapped in the center of our own paved-over souls with no way out.

The power to move the world is in the subconcious mind

I am wrapped in dismal thinking.