Evil was coming. I wondered whose face it would be wearing.

Writing isn't a source of pain. It's psychic chemotherapy. It reduces your psychological tumors and relieves your pain.

Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind.

I enjoy the hell out of writing but don't like what follows: promotion and publicity, which I always strive to keep to a minimum, sometimes to my publisher's dismay.

Some people think only intellect counts: knowing how to solve problems, knowing how to get by, knowing how to identify an advantage and seize it. But the functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion, and empathy.

When tempest tossed, embrace chaos

I am my own worst enemy. This, more than any other trait, proves my fundamental humanity.