The hand of bone and sinew and flesh achieves its immortality in taking up a pen. The hand on a page wields a greater power than the fleshly hand ever could in life.

Holmes, I'm a 24 year old prude.

The last dog I had was an Irish wolfhound - now that is a dog. Rather spoils a person for a lesser canine, that is, anything under a hundredweight.

That's what tears are for, you know, to wash away the fear and cool the hate.

I crawled into my book and pulled the pages over my head.

Blogs are the main exception I make in my aversion to complex machinery.

When you're putting together a story, sometimes you just have to skip over the boring bits.