I'll see you.' He grinned. 'Not if i see you first.

Humans were built to look back; that's why we have that swivel joint in our necks

All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.

When it comes to rock music, I'm not much of a player, but I do have entry-level chops. I'm more knowledgeable as a listener, and Revival gave me a way to write about rock and roll without being preachy or boring.

a cloud-congested caul that is alternately red, orange, vermilion, purple. Sometimes the clouds break apart in great, slow rafts, letting through beams of innocent yellow sunlight that are bitterly nostalgic for the summer that has gone by.

Memories are contrary things; if you quit chasing them and turn your back, they often return on their own.

Reading takes time, and the glass teat takes too much of it.