It was the kiss by which all the others of his life would be judged and found wanting.

Why does everyone think that I am a cruel and insensitive man? I mean, come on, I have kids... on my desk in little jars!

What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?

I get inspiration, a lot of times, from very commonplace things that just strike a chord and develop themselves in the subconscious.

I changed it. I had to. Do you know why?" She studied him, her eyes grave. "Because that was then and this is now. Because the past is gone, even though it defines the present.

Any parting could be forever, and we don't know.

Wherever you write is supposed to be a little bit of a refuge, a place where you can get away from the world. The more closed in you are, the more you're forced back on your own imagination.