No one ever really pays for betrayal in silver....The price of any betrayal always comes due in flesh.

Love isn't soft, like the poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

The first real terror struck him then, and there was nothing supernatural about it. It was only a realization of how easy it was to trash your life. That was what was so scary. You just dragged the fan up to everything you had spent the years raking together and turned the motherfucker on.

So okay - there you are in your room with the shade down and the door shut and the plug pulled out of the base of the telephone. You've blown up your TV and committed yourself to a thousand words a day, come hell or high water. Now comes the big question: What are you going to write about? And the equally big answer: Anything you damn well want.

I tend to scare myself.

We have once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.

We don't know the days that will change our lives. Probably just as well.