Human beings can always be relied upon to exert, with vigor, their God-given right to be stupid.

Fate cannot be sidestepped or outrun.

If you want to publish two books a year under your own name and your publisher doesn't, maybe you need a different publisher.

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

If Edgar Allan Poe were alive today, his agent would be constantly slapping him upside the head with tightly rolled copies of his brilliant short stories and novelettes, yelling, 'Full-length novels, you moron! Pay attention! What's the matter with you -- are you shooting heroin or something? Write for the market! No more of this midlength 'Fall of the House of Usher' crap

We yearn for tomorrow and the progress that it represents. But yesterday was once tomorrow, and where was progress in it? Or we yearn for yesterday, for what was or what might have been. But as we are yearning, the present is becoming the past, so the past is nothing but our yearning for second chances.

We have a responsibility to stand watch over one another, we are watchers, all of us, watchers, guarding against the darkness.