One of my rules is never explain. A writer is a lot like a magician, if you explain how the trick works then a lot of the magic turns mundane.

the pain of that first lost was still raw. You could deal with it, endure it, but never escape it.

It was an hour before dawn. When all the Whos down in Whoville were asnooze in their beds without care. Sorry, wrong book. If I get to stay awake until dawn, I get just a tad slaphappy.

Some people just don't seem to understand the concept of fiction. It is fiction; it ain't true, folks

She stared up at me, and there was something in her eyes, something that said we finally had an understanding. She was afraid of me, and sometimes that’s the best you can do with people. I’d tried kindness. I’d tried friendship. I’d tried respect. But when all else fails, fear will do the job.

Why is it that most things you might willingly do under other circumstances become distasteful when you have no choice?

All men love to talk about themselves, even the ones who are completely buggers.