Far away, I could hear them lapping up my brains. Like Macbeth's witches, the three lithe cats surrounded my broken head, slurping up that thick soup inside. The tips of their rough tongues licked the soft folds of my mind. And with each lick my consciousness flickered like a flame and faded away.

Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.

Huge organizations and me don't get along. They're too inflexible, waste too much time, and have too many stupid people.

Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?" "I guess it depends on how you die.

In Japan they prefer the realistic style. They like answers and conclusions, but my stories have none. I want to leave them wide open to every possibility. I think my readers understand that openness.

In real life things don’t go so smoothly. At certain points in our lives, when we really need a clear-cut solution, the person who knocks at our door is, more likely than not, a messenger bearing bad news.

Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.