I am sustained by the certainty that life has meaning...as does death.

From time to time, I do consider that I might be mad. Like any self-respecting lunatic, however, I am always quick to dismiss any doubts about my sanity.

Nothing gives us courage more readily than the desire to avoid looking like a damn fool.

Every writer has his own voice. Other than that I'm always trying to do change-ups and publishers haven't always been happy about that.

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.

I am twenty years old. To a world-wise adult, I am little more than a child. To any child, however, I am old enough to be distrusted, to be excluded forever from the magical community of the short and beardless.

When life hands us a beutiful bouquet of flowers we stare at it in cautious expectation of a bee.