Few if any seemed to have grasped the Principle of Reality; new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by the nature of the search.

Poe was the first writer to write about main characters who were bad guys or who were mad guys, and those are some of my favorite stories.

Memories are contrary things; if you quit chasing them and turn your back, they often return on their own.

The world had teeth and it could bite you with them anytime it wanted.

I never have a thematic intention at the outset. The story informs the theme for me rather than the other way around. But as it happens... this is, at least to a degree, about getting old and the rapid passage of our lives.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.

Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.