Be true, be brave, stand All the rest is darkness.

People seem to think there's a magic formula to writing, i just write 1 word at a time.

What Jack didn't understand was that no matter where he went, the same asshole got off the plane.

It's actually against my religion to laugh at men who are toting guns.

... suicide gets in the air sometimes. Like a cold germ.

The town has a sense, not of history, but of time, and the telephone poles seem to know this. If you lay your hand against one, you can feel the vibration from the wires deep within the wood, as if souls had been imprisoned in there and were struggling to get out.

He killed them with their love.