It no longer matters who consider themselves the masters of events. Events no longer obey their masters.

It's odd how violence and humor so often go together, isn't it?

The young remember most deeply.... When we are old and failing, it is the memories of childhood which can be summoned most clearly.

No one inspired me to write, but writer Harlan Ellison terrified me into getting published.

Life doesn't retreat.

The powerful have received their share of the world's attention even when their power has been shown as sheer evil. The victim's remain the faceless masses. Numbers. Mass graves. These monsters have fertilized our century with the mass graves of their victims and it is time that the powerless had names and faces -- and voices.

Each heart has its graveyard, each household its dead, And knells ring around us wherever we tread, And the feet that awhile made our pathway so bright Pass on to a land that is out of our sight.