...writing fiction...is no job for intellectual cowards.

I think that's what people most always do with the stuff they can't make out - just forget it.

Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying.

If I cannot horrify, I'll go for the gross out. I'm not proud.

I find I'm so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it is the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.

Invitation to Dance- It’s a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom. But we’ll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the Dark. Especially in the Dark. May I have the pleasure?

Every book you pick up has its own lesson or lessons, and quite often the bad books have more to teach than the good ones.