Who knows what part we play in other people's dreams?

We all need to look into the dark side of our nature - that's where the energy is, the passion. People are afraid of that because it holds pieces of us we're busy denying.

There's nothing quite as irksome as someone else's mess.

Everything happens for a reason, but that doesn't mean there's a point.

The memory is like orbiting twin stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what's evident forever affected by the gravity of what's concealed.

I write letters to my right brain all the time. They're just little notes. And right brain, who likes to get little notes from me, will often come through within a day or two.

any mystery writer is both magician and moralist ... two species of artist in short supply.