Love wasn't a piece of music you could play over and over again with different interpretations. It actually needed to be improvised as you went along.

Two bones fell down my chimney and into the bedroom this morning. Hysterical thing to happen to a thriller writer. Murderous ravens perhaps?

Death strips all men of dignity.

To be desired by those who are themselves highly desirable is in itself an aphrodisiac.

Believe, my child. Faith is the food of survival.

A man who denies his past is a man who truly denies himself a future, for he refuses to know himself, and to deny knowledge of oneself is to stumble through life as handicapped as the blind mute.

Be bad, and if you can't be bad be worse.