The writer's life: Hard days, lots of work, no money, too much silence. Nobody's fault. You chose it.

Travel spoils you for regular life.

Hatchery fish have the same colours, but they always seem muted like bad reproductions of great art.

Losers walking around with money in their pockets are always dangerous, not to be trusted. Some horse always reaches out and grabs them.

I walked to the lake and sat on the shore for a few minutes, just staring at the moonlight on the water. Moonlight never gets old.

The more you are able to forgive then the more you are able to love.

To bite off your shadow is neither easy nor painless. It demands a single-mindedness that is almost unknown in this day.

Nowadays silence is looked on as odd and most of my race has forgotten the beauty of meaning much by saying little. Now tongues work all day by themselves with no help from the mind.

I wasn't allowed to have sugar as a kid. We didn't have candy or soda or anything, so Easter and Halloween were my favorite times 'cause I could eat as much candy as I wanted.

Even we schoolchildren know that ordinary diplomats don't drive around in unmarked cars carrying Glock pistols.

There are several very good websites which describe the details of preparedness planning for citizens.

Reality and love are almost contradictory for me.

When I saw that combination of grace and power, the fast and the soft, the yin and the yang, that's what I'd been looking for.

I do believe that almost everything I do is based on my feelings, not on my intellect. Though But we won't chase ourselves up the particular sentiment, or we'll get lost.

Genealogy: A perverse preoccupation of those who seek to demonstrate that their forebears were better people than they are.