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It is the job of a writer to make the ordinary extraordinary and the extraordinary ordinary.

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The stories we want to write come from the living we want to do. The way we write them comes from the living we have actually done.

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The more time I spend with the Green Fairy, the more absinth-minded I get. ;-)

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I don't have a bucket list. I just want a decent bucket—light and pliable. Soft even. Easy on the toes when I kick it. That's all I'm asking.

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I'm in the unfortunate habit of burning all bridges BEFORE me.

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I saw a man, this morning, tired and way past his prime. "Happy Birthday," I mumbled. He just looked away. Why do I still have mirrors in the house, anyway?

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"Spring," Tobiel said, with that familiar smirk on his face, "Spring is earth bringing you flowers to apologize for Winter. "