“The Road To Serfdom is about capitalism. That’s why on the side of that road you’ll find me, in a kiosk, selling ankle chains and handcuffs.”

“Between was and is you’ll find me—but most of the time you’ll only find me in pictures.”

“Right at the edge is where you’ll find me. The edge of the middle.”

“The tire left a skid mark on the road that looked like a mustache. So I shaved it off the pavement, stuffed it in my trunk, and took it home to wear to work the next day. Ah, but that’s life, no?”

“In the epicenter of Epcot Center you’ll find me hiding, 333 miles away.”

“I’m a door-to-door salesman. I sell doors. If I can’t knock on yours, because you don’t have a door to knock on, I know you’ll be interested in what I’m selling.”

“In my life I haven’t done anything worth writing about, but that’s OK. That’s why I write fiction.”