A lie, sometimes, can be truer than the truth, which is why fiction gets written.

A miracle to confound natural law, a baffling reversal of the inevitable consequences . . . a miracle. . . . An act of high imagination -- daring and lurid and impossible. Yes, a cartoon of the mind.

The goal, I suppose, any fiction writer has, no matter what your subject, is to hit the human heart and the tear ducts and the nape of the neck and to make a person feel something about the characters are going through and to experience the moral paradoxes and struggles of being human.

If you don't care for obscenity, you don't care for the truth.

What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end.

Once someone's dead you can't make them undead.

A lot like yesterday, a lot like never.