In chains and darkness, wherefore should I stay, And mourn in prison, while I keep the key.

Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you.

Here's the secret to finishing that first book. Don't rewrite as you go.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

It's not the fur or the fangs that make you a monster, not always. Sometimes, it's just where you draw the line.

There is some comfort in killing that which has hurt you, but it is cold comfort. It'll destroy things inside of you that the original pain wouldn't have harmed. Sometimes it's not a question of whether a piece of your soul is going to go missing, only which piece it's going to be.

A little boy who's discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it's screwing Mommy.