Re-reading all my Kinky Friedman novels, which are marked and dog-eared like crazy, always inspires me when I hit writing slumps or need to jump back into it after taking a break.
Most people, of course, spend their lives caring about the wrong things. The worry about South Africa or Nicaragua. They spend so much time finding themselves that they lose their taxicabs. They don’t see that what kind of napkin you get at a delicatessen is a matter of much significance in the world today.