The wisest man knows he know nothing.

In the middle of nowhere, along a quiet stretch of road, the diner dreamt of the hungry dead. And of two men.

Reality is like a fruitcake; pretty enough to look at but with all sorts of nasty things lurking just beneath the surface.

All coincidences are Odd. That's what makes them coincidences.

Terrible errors are rarely made all at once. Usually they are performed one small misstep at a time.

Death should take more care with his paperwork.

Those who write are writers. Those who wait are waiters.