you are my sun, and if the sun went out, the shadow would die.

I’m tired of the lies and the cheating, and the broken promises that were never meant to be kept.

Surely you’ve been sent from the heavens to teach us mortals what beauty is.

She undressed slowly, dreamily, and when she was naked, she selected a bright red negligee to wear so that the blood would not show.

There's this sense of excitement because you invent and control the characters. You decide whether they live or die. I find this type of creative process tremendously stimulating.

I go to great lengths to make certain situations feel right to the reader.

We’re flimflam artists. But remember, sonny, you can’t con people unless they’re greedy to begin with. W. C. Fields had it right. You can’t cheat an honest man.