Of All Bores, The Worst Is The

The Ideal Kitchen-sink Novel: Throw In Everything But The Kitchen Sink. Then Add The Kitchen Sink.

In The First Place You Can't See Anything From A Car; You've Got To Get Out Of The Goddamned Contraption And Walk, Better Yet Crawl, On Hands And Knees, Over The Sandstone And Through The Thornbush And Cactus. When Traces Of Blood Begin To Mark Your Trail You'll Begin To See Something, Maybe. Probably Not.

Scientific Method: There's A Madness In The Method.

One Thing Worse Than Self-hatred Is Chiggers.

Jesus Don't Walk On Water No More; His Feet Leak.