But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love.

I believe the road to hell is paved with adverbs, and I will shout it from the rooftops.

Lightning flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if they had fireflies of their own, monster fireflies the size of dinosaurs.

There's a Mr. Hyde for every happy Jekyll face, a dark face on the other side of the mirror.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

Little by little, writers develop their own styles, each as unique as a fingerprint.

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