Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.

They believe themselves Lucifer's equals, Cain, all these pitiful little gnats. But there is only one that we have ever owned to be our superior. There is but one greater than us, and to him... to him we no longer speak.

There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.

Touched by her fingers, the two surviving chocolate people copulate desperately, losing themselves in a melting frenzy of lust, spending the last of their brief borrowed lives in a spasm of raspberry cream and fear.

As far as I'm concerned, the entire reason for becoming a writer is not having to get up in the morning.

Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and adventures are the shadow truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgotten.

Leave no stone unturned. Deeply explore the beauty of your life.