A short story is like a kiss in the dark.

Few if any seemed to have grasped the Principle of Reality; new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by the nature of the search.

Ka was a wheel; it was also a net from which none ever escaped.

Scaring people, especially in our day and time, is one of the hardest things on earth, as far as I am concerned.

The only wat to get better at writing is to write. And read.

the year she had run fleetly through the dewy grass under the moon- the night of wine, when dreams condensed out of thin air like the nightmilk of fantasy.

Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.