“Call me Raven,” the woman said.
She was a blonde and she noticed the puzzled look on Barker’s face.
“I like black men,” she added as explanation.
“True, most Americans know better than to actually sleep in their cars at an interstate rest stop.” – Newsweek, 9/27/93.
“Negative” advice empowers you to move. Lower your standards. Set your sights low. Read less. Take the easy way out.
Go backwards, if you have to. At least it’s a direction.
Underneath, a manic-depressive self-doubting zen egoist with a volatile temper, which is to say he could be moody.
A man who liked to skirt the edge, peeking over to see into the abyss. The key is not to lose your grip.
How slow does Crackers get? I have what I call the Donometer. If Don falls asleep by 5:30 p.m., you know it’s going to be a slow night.
Every tomorrow I feel bigger than yesterday.
The dog and I at Father & Son’s Day winning the five-legged race.
How does a poet earn a living?
People will be hunting Democrats with dogs by the end of the century.” – Sen. Phil Gramm (R-Tex.) when asked what will happen if Clinton’s political agenda becomes the law of the land.
Hiawatha is afraid of being victimized by men. Victimized by the men in her life in the past, she’s on the offensive with the men in her present.
She’s a leader and can’t not lead.
“He could go bear hunting with a switch,” Red Auerbach once said about a particularly well-muscled athlete.
Believe what you want to believe, but don’t make believe you can make me believe what you believe.
Stop barking up the wrong tree.
What you do is how you live.
Writing fiction will create my reality. Let writing be your drug. Let your imagination set you free.
If something’s important to you, pay attention.
Some dark cold winter nights,
dressed like a long-haired, black turtle-necked
Polish movie director,
I sit alone in this grand estate
and I think about the Tate-LaBianca murders.
Later, I lock my bedroom door.
