...seeing the way his trousers clung to those most English parts.

In the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.

What your mind sees when you close your eyes marks the entrance to an endless universe: your imagination.

You stole my story and something's got to be done about it.

The wolf had begun hunting human prey. They were plentiful in the dark city streets and provided enough good meat to satiate his gnawing hunger. He was still very careful not to let any who saw him live. To do otherwise would displease the Master. He would only stalk those people that were foolish enough to walk alone in the night

I have sat here at my desk, day after day, night after night, a blank sheet of paper before me, unable to lift my pen, trembling and weeping too.