Your love to others, and their love for you, that the increase of love in life itself around you, is what matters.

Handsome enough' is this Grim Reaper, Who can snuff all these 'brief candles,' every fluttering soul sucking the air, from this hall" -The Vampire Lestat

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things.

What is fear after all? It is indecision. You seek some way to resist, escape. There is none.

Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.

I can't keep up with Stephen King's output.

There may be writing groups where people meet but it's occasional. You really do it all at your own computer or your own typewriter by yourself.