We have souls. Sure we do. Otherwise we'd do bad things all the time. You know, like politicians.

I've always assumed he'd be around to be, you know, yelled at and taken for granted. And of course I was wrong. Nobody's going to put up with that forever.

I've got a folder full of rejection slips that I keep. Know why? Because those same editors are now calling my agent hoping I'll write a book or novella for them. Things change. A rejection slip today might mean a frantic call to your agent in six months.

Never let your fiend off his leash unless there's lots of room to run (and no people around).

Wow, girlfriend, you're incompatible with life! And here I thought I was just incompatible with pink.

Take your hands off her, Sinclair told the guy behind me, Or they'll write books about what I'll do to you.

Can you burn me up with holy water? Poke me to death with your crucifix? Pelt me with communion wafers?