Hapscomb's Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston.

Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.

I don't really get philosophical, but I believe that nice people are strong and usually in my horror stories, I don't like to write about the old standard where some rotten guy gets chased by a mean spirit that gets him in the end.I'd rather write about nice people that are menaced from outside by some sort of evil power and who sort of slug it out.

If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being a grown-up is about learning how to die.

A good reputation is something that must be earned, yet can never be bought.

sure, we need the gypsies. we always have. because if you don't have someone to run out of town once in a while, how are you going to know you yourself belong there?

It was really amazing the number of hard hits from which a mind could recover.