He had never been a social man. He had shunned causes with contempt and disgust. They were for pig-simple suckers and people with too much time and money on their hands.
In the years since, I've discovered there's a lot to be said for boredom.
Death is when the monsters get you.
Little by little, writers develop their own styles, each as unique as a fingerprint.
There is no such thing as a happy ending. I never met a single one to equal "Once upon a time.
He remembered waking up once, listening to the wind, thinking of all the dark and rushing cold outside and all the warmth of this bed, filled with their peaceful heat under two quilts, and wishing it could be like this forever.