When a man has died, he wants you to know about it.

Friends come in and out of our lives, like busboys in a restaurant.

They were still all beautiful and there was still enchantment and wonder, but she had crossed a line and now the fairy tale was green with corruption and evil.

When the dawn was still long hours away, bad thoughts took on flesh and began to walk. In the middle of the night thoughts became zombies.

Ninety-eight percent of what goes on in people's heads is none of their smucking business.

It's hard to make strangers care about the good things in your life.

Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.