While I like people, I do also like being alone in a room and seeing what you can do with a particular theme or subject.

But once an idea for a novel seizes a writer...well, it’s like an inner fire that at first warms you and makes you feel good but then begins to eat you alive, burn you up from within. You can’t just walk away from the fire; it keeps burning. The only way to put it out is to write the book.

A silent dark...as black as a moonless lake, as a ravine's wings, darkness there and nothing more, merely this and nothing more.

His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.

Pain is a gift. Humanity, without pain, would know neither fear nor pity.

I like to deal with EVERY aspect of our condition, and that means terror and humor in equal mix. Some books have more room for humor than others.

its a rare thing to know one completly to the core and stil love him