They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.

The worst thing you can try to do is to steer the story once it gets going. You just kind of follow along and see where it goes. That's the fun.

There are a great many ways to commit suicide you know.

Things come in three major degrees in the human experience, I think. There's good, bad, and terrible. And as you go down into progressive darkness towards terrible, it gets harder and harder to make subdivisions.

The old sleep poorly. Perhaps they stand watch.

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

The more fiction you read and write, the more you'll find your paragraphs forming on their own.