Anything dead coming back to life hurts.

Never did he once consider directing his hatred toward the hunters. Such an emotion would have destroyed him ... His subconscious knew what his min did not guess-that hating them would have consumed him, burned him up like a piece of soft coal, leaving only flakes of ash and a question mark of smoke.

What's interesting about writing is the invention, the creative thing. Writing about myself is a yawn.

If you can't count, they can cheat you. If you can't read, they can beat you.

The body is ready to have babies. Nature wants it done then, when the body can handle it, not after 40, when the income can handle it.

Unless carefree, mother love was a killer.

People say to write about what you know. I'm here to tell you, no one wants to read that, cos you don't know anything. So write about something you don't know. And don't be scared, ever.