The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

On the Road that I have taken, one day walking I awaken, amazed to see where I've come, where I'm going, where I'm from.

One of the greatest sorrows of human existence is that some people aren't happy merely to be alive but find their happiness only in the misery of others.

Fear is a hammer, and when the people are beaten finally to the conviction that their existence hangs by a frayed thread, they will be led where they need to go.

I always enjoyed the kids, but I didn't enjoy the bureaucracy of the educational system.

In the real world as in dreams nothing is quite what it seems. -The Book of Counted Sorrows

I kind of build a novel the way marine polyps build a coral reef, it's millions and millions of little precarious bodies stacked on one another. And in my case, that's thousands of minutes I go through to get from one scene to the next and build it that way.