God, how impossible life is without money. Nothing can ever overcome it, it's everything when it's anything. How can I write in peace with endless worries of money, money, money? (“Disappearing Act”)

I hate it when something I've had published "inspires" some nut to imitate what I've written, or some teacher gets fired for having her students read one of my stories or novels.

In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming.

God, how impossible life is without money. Nothing can ever overcome it, it's everything when it's anything. How can I write in peace with endless worries of money, money, money? (“Disappearing Act”)

Thank you...for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence.

The vampire was real. It was only that his true story had never been told.

I can get pissed off very easily.