The man who counts on the aid of a god deserves the help he doesn’t get.

I’m an incurable romantic. The essence of romance is an unshakable conviction that next time will be different.

No religion I ever encountered made any sense. None are consistent. Most gods are megalomaniacs and paranoid psychotics by their worshippers’ description. I don’t see how they could survive their own insanity. But it’s not...

She came and she went, in sorrow for the death of dreams, and she came no more.

Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.

If one chooses sides on emotion then the rebel is the guy to go with. He is fighting for everything men claim to honour, freedom, independance, truth, the right…….all the subjective illusions. All the eternal...

Rich men have dreams. Poor men die to make them come true.

My favorite sport is female and my favorite food is beer.

I’m a bad man. I need to understand the past. It illuminates the present.

Write. Don’t talk about writing. Don’t tell me about your wonderful story ideas. Don’t give me a bunch of ‘somedays’. Plant your ass and scribble, type, keyboard. If you have any talent at all it...

More evil gets done in the name of righteousness than any other way.

Evil is relative…You can’t hang a sign on it. You can’t touch it or taste it or cut it with a sword. Evil depends on where you are standing, pointing your indicting finger.

There are no self-proclaimed villains, only regiments of self-proclaimed saints. Victorious historians rule where good or evil lies.

Every ounce of my cynicism is supported by historical precedent.

The people come from everywhere, from five hundred miles, to find their fortunes. By fortune is an ugly, two-faced goddess. When you have lived with her handiwork for half a generation, you hardly notice anymore....

Soldiers live. He dies and not you, and you feel guilty, because you’re glad he died, and not you. Soldiers live, and wonder why.

I damned myself for my earlier romanticism. That Croaker who had come north, so thoroughly bemused by the mysterious Lady, was another man. A stripling, filled with the foolish ignorances of youth. Yeah. Sometimes you...