It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers.

The cat looked as if it were about to say something sarcastic. Then it flicked its whiskers and said, "Challenge her. There's no guarantee she'll play fair, but her kind of thing loves games and challenges.

I fell for her like a suicide from a bridge.

The real problem with stories - if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.

Life is a disease, sexually transmitted and fatal.

My people, we stay indoors. We have keyboards. We have darkness. It's quiet.

I once read that you die because you see the Angel of Death, and you fall in love. And you fall in love so hard your soul is sucked out through your eyes, and that's the moment of death. It's a lovely, strange old Jewish legend.