He had followed the trail left by a dead man. It was only now that he realized it might lead only to a grave.

…my life has been a remarkable one. Maybe one day someone will write a book about me . . .” "I’ve never much cared for horror stories.

He died fighting for what he believed in.

My father was aloof, very strange and very distant.

Childhood, after all, is the first precious coin that poverty steals from a child.

Inside every fat man, there's a thin man trying to get out.

There are problems and there are children. It is our aim to separate the two.