I like to end stories where the readers have a little room to run. They can resolve things as they like in their own mind.

It's how we see the world that keeps the darkness beyond at bay. Keeps it from pouring through and devouring us. I think all of us might know that, way down deep.

In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.

Any parting could be forever, and we don't know.

Do you need someone to make you a paper badge with the word WRITER on it before you can believe you are one? God I hope not.

Black as night and as beautiful as forever.

I like to think that good people win. But even good people have other sides. Most people will slow down to get a good look at an accident, even though they won't admit it.