I start to wonder if I’m being creepy. I mean, I am creeping. Does creep-ing automatically make one creep-y? Or are there dispensations for…romance? I bet all stalkers believe they’re being romantic. I did it for love, officer.

A dream dirty and bruised is better than no dream at all.

He actually listened, rather than pretending to listen while waiting a suitable interval before it was his time to talk again.

Never sit staring at a blank page or screen. If you find yourself stuck, write. Write about the scene you're trying to write. Writing about is easier than writing, and chances are, it will give you your way in.

Cats and ghosts both partook of the saucers of milk and that was okay. They consumed different parts of it: the cats its substance, the ghosts its essence, and none went to waste.

There are other ways of showing someone you love them, such as fetching them out of Hell.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well.