The dead have never bothered me. It's the living that I fear.

And suddenly the world was filled with wooden faces and flat voices - and, you were alone.

Has all the trappings of a mystery novel, doesn't it?

rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.

If everybody, every day, would try to do one thing that pulls them beyond themselves the world will start being a better place.

You can't cure a chipped plate. All you can do is live with it or throw it out.

Even if you are a best-seller you feel insecure because it is all so unpredictable.