When you ask me what I'm afraid of, I'd say I still go to see ghost movies when I get a chance or some sort of supernatural being, but it doesn't scare me as it scared me when I was a child.

If a writer knows what he or she is doing, I'll go along for the ride. If he or she doesn't... well, I'm in my fifties now, and there are a lot of books out there. I don't have time to waste with the poorly written ones.

Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up

Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.

The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there... and still on your feet.

Absence may or may not make the heart grow fonder, but it certainly freshens the eye.

and now, all these years later, it seem to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended