As a man gets older, his regrets changes. Especially when he’s gotten into the Scotch.
That dog is a Marine!
Kerri turned each page slowly, lifting the next page and scanning the pictures.
A dog could see your heart in your eyes, Budress told him, and dogs were drawn to our hearts.
She asked me why I always had something flip to say. I said that I didn’t know, but having been blessed with the gift, I felt obliged to use it.
Everything we are is anchored in our childhoods. The drama comes in how we deal with it. Are we slaves to our past, or can we rise above it? This is the stuff of great stories.
The sense of smell in all dogs is their primary doorway to the world around them.
Los Angeles is the evolutionary edge.
Lucy took a single plain donut from the bag and held it for me to take a bite. Tender and light and still warm from the frying. Not too sugary.
I admire people who re-create themselves. And it seems to me that what gives us all the opportunity to be heroic in our own lives is that we work to heal ourselves and be better than we were yesterday.
Sometimes I am so dry that people don’t know I’m kidding and think I’m being serious. I enjoy this because their reactions are often funny.
My fiction is almost always inspired by a character’s need or desire to rise above him- or herself. No one is perfect and some of us have much adversity in our lives; it is those people who struggle to rise above their nature or background that I find the most interesting and heroic.
My family was all police and hard hats at the refineries; they didn’t know what to think about me. So I became a closet writer.