Here's how it is: I feel guilty about every single bite of food that goes into my mouth.

Every day I wake up afraid that I won't be able to write, that today is the day it has left me.

I sighed. "What is life but fleeting moments of happiness strung together on necklace of despair?

God! I hated this business of being grown-up. I hated having to make decisions where I didn't know what was behind the door. I wanted a world where heroes and villains were clearly labeled. Where ominous music comes on-screen so you can't possibly mistake him. Where someone asks you to choose between playing with the beautiful princess in the fragrant garden and being eaten by the hideous monster in the foul-smelling pit. Not exactly a difficult one, now is it? Not something that you would agonize over, or that would make you lose a night's sleep?

For feel-good fiction to work, there has to be an element of darkness.

Relationship gurus always said that an attraction based on friendship and mutual respect was far more likely to stay the course - and the bastards were right.

How to make God laugh? Tell Him your plans.