A lot can be said for the infinite mercies of God, but the smarts of a good pharmacist, when you get down to it, is worth more.

Imagine being sentient but not alive. Seeing and even knowing, but not alive. Just looking out. Recognizing but not being alive. A person can die and still go on. Sometimes what looks out at you from a person's eyes maybe died back in childhood.

In a nutshell-I fear authority but at the same time I resent it-the authority and my own fear. So I rebel.

For each person there is a sentence—a series of words—which has the power to destroy them.

How can justice fall victim, ever, to what is right?

I want to write about people I love, and put them into a fictional world spun out of my own mind, not the world we actually have, because the world we actually have does not meet my standards.

You must beware of seeing malice behind accidental injury.