Sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.

I just didn't want her to get hurt. I thought she was going to be. But everyone gets their share, don't they? Sure. Pow, in the nose. Pow, in the eye. Pow, below the belt, down you go, and the ref just went out for a hot dog.

It's a tough life if you don't weaken.

I think it is beyond doubt that H. P. Lovecraft has yet to be surpassed as the twentieth century's greatest practitioner of the classic horror tale.

Anything with the power to make you laugh over thirty years later isn’t a waste of time. I think something like that is very close to immortality.

...women are better at keeping secrets, but men are more comfortable with them.

Write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open.