People think first love is sweet, and never sweeter than when that first bond snaps. You've heard a thousand pop and country songs that prove the point; some fool got his heart broke. Yet that first broken heart is always the most painful, the slowest to mend, and leaves the most visible scar. What's so sweet about that?

As a species we're fundamentally insane.

God and the afterlife and all that is certainly a subject that's interested me, and I think it interests me more the older that I get.

In polite society, we call our obsessions hobbies.

Forced to define 'irrational subconscious,' I would say that it is a small padded room inside all of us, where the only furnishing is a small card table, and the only thing on the card table is a revolver loaded with flexible bullets.

Sometimes stories cry out to be told in such loud voices that you write them just to shut them up.

Time's the thief of memory