I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.

On that gray street, with the smell of industrial smokes in the air and the afternoon bleeding away to evening, downtown Derry looked only marginally more charming than a dead hooker in a church pew.

...women are better at keeping secrets, but men are more comfortable with them.

Words create sentences; sentences create paragraphs; sometimes paragraphs quicken and begin to breathe.

A cowardly leader is the most dangerous of men.

Semi-facetiously, when people ask me why I write these kinds of stories, I simply say that I was warped as a child. And, there is some truth to that.

Say your name over two hundred times and discover you are no one.