We're both thieves, Harvey Swick. I take time. You take lives. But in the end we're the same: both Thieves of Always.

That which is imagined can never be lost.

Richard Christian Matheson is a master of compression. He knows how to catch a moment in words and convey it straight to the reader's heart.

Everything is in flux: everything changes; the body changes, the soul changes. We are capable of extraordinary self-transmutat ion and internal self-transforma tion.

We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.

I don't take accusations of selling out lightly.

Fear is a place where you just tell the truth