Anger is the most useless emotion," Henchick intoned, "destructive to the mind and hurtful to the heart.

I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and fries.

The workman cut to the left, still laying on his horn, and roared around the drunkenly weaving limousine. He invited the driver of the limo to perform an illegal sex act on himself. To engage in oral congress with various rodents and birds. He articulated his own proposal that all persons of Negro blood return to their native continent. He expressed his sincere belief in the position the limo driver's soul would occupy in the afterlife. He finished by saying that he believed he had met the limodriver's mother in a New Orleans house of prostitution.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

All you imagined, no matter how wild it might seem, was no more than a disguised version of what you already knew.

Until that afternoon in October four years ago, I hadn't known dogs could scream.

The color white is the absence of memory.