If? The word is when.

What's dead may never die.

The heart lies and the head plays tricks on us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in a way knowing the truth.

The Red God takes what is his, lovely girl. And only death may pay for life. You saved me and the two I was with. You stole three deaths from the Red God. We have to give them back. Speak three names and the man will do the rest. Three lives I will give you - no more, no less, and we're done.

She is not truly beautiful but something about her draws the eye.

One of the hardest parts of writing is writing from the gut or the heart or something like that rather than intellectually.

I had a couple of friends, but I was mostly the kid with his nose in a book.