Somewhere between sanity and madness lays a fine line, for some it is a tightrope walked daily, a fight for balance to be won or lost. That fight is lost one of two ways. Some simply lose their balance and fall, others are pushed.

Somewhere between sanity and madness lays a fine line, for some it is a tightrope walked daily, a fight for balance to be won or lost. That fight is lost one of two ways. Some simply lose their balance and fall, others are pushed.

We are bound by the secrets we share.

If everybody was so reverent of the institute of marriage, how did all the adultery get committed?

It's similar to the way you feel cuddling an infant or a kitten, when you want to squeeze it so hard you'd kill it.

For most people, honesty is such an unusual departure from their standard modus operandi - such an abherration in their workaday mendacity - that they feel obliged to alert you when a moment of sincerity is coming on.

I don't write books for people to be friends with the characters. If you want to find friends, go to a cocktail party.