It was a Monday and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.

The thrill of being ignored!

I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.

I like that every page in every book can have a gem on it. It's probably what I love most about writing--that words can be used in a way that's like a child playing in a sandpit, rearranging things, swapping them around. They're the best moments in a day of writing -- when an image appears that you didn't know would be there when you started work in the morning.

When I find research really rewarding is when one piece of information gives you an idea for a story. That's when it's great.

The silence was always the greates temptation.