A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH I do not carry a sickle or scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold. And I don't have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance. You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

I like to tell students, 'I didn't burst on to the literary scene.' I'm never good at things at the beginning. I was terrible at the start. I need to work and work.

The commitment had disappeared, and although he still watched the imagined glory of stealing, she could see now he was not believing. He was trying to believe it, and that’s never a good sign.

Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind.

I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.

His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.