There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.

Half the people who snuff people, that's what they want: recognition. Get their picture in the paper.

I think the only person a writer has an obligation to is himself. If what I write doesn't fulfill something in me, if I don't honestly feel it's the best I can do, then I'm miserable.

Good writing is rewriting.

Past certain ages or certain wisdoms it is very difficult to look with wonder; it is best done when one is a child; after that, and if you are lucky, you will find a bridge of childhood and walk across it.

I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.

Imagination, of course, can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.