I'm being haunted," she blurted out. "My dear," he cooed. "Turn yourself into a tourist attraction and charge admission.

To feel our character, our personality, and our personal, hard-won history fade from being is to be exposed to whatever lies beneath these comforting, operational conveniences. What remains when the conscious and functioning self has been erased is mankind's fundamental condition _ irrational, violent, guilt-wracked, despairing, and mad.

The Captain, so close as he was, didn__ warrant their attention. Even a fly on a horse__ hindquarters gets a tail whip. And that is the thick of it. We are less than flies to these foul foes.

And I've learned to hit the brakes at these kinds of stop signs rather than t-boning a tanker truck filled with 200 proof mediocrity.

She was my black rose, a broken angel I could hug and drift away with into peaceful oblivion.

Most people assume I write at night because of the kind of books I write, but I can shut out the light with my mind.