We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it's too late.

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.

Most gothics are overplotted novels whose success or failure hinges on the author's ability to make you believe in the characters and partake of the mood.

If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered.

Sooner or later everything you thought you'd left behind comes around again. For good or ill, it comes around again.

Love is what moves the world, I've always thought...it is the only thing which allows men and women to stand in a world where gravity always seems to want to pull them down...bring them low...and make them crawl.

And didn't they say that, although curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought the beast back?