Black as night, sweet as sin.

Let's start a new tomorrow, today.

Eyes as black and as shiny as chips of obsidian stared back into his. They were eyes like black holes, letting nothing out, not even information.

His name is Marcus: he is four and a half and possesses that deep gravity and seriousness that only small children and mountain gorillas have ever been able to master.

Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.

People take on the shapes of the songs and the stories that surround them, especially if they don't have their own song.

Stories are webs, interconnected strand to strand, and you follow each story to the center, because the center is the end. Each person is a strand of the story.

That's the trouble with you young people. You think because you ain't been here long, you know everything. In my life I already forgot more than you ever know.

The right song can turn an emperor into a laughingstock, can bring down dynasties.

Human beings do not like being pushed about by gods. They may seem to, on the surface, but somewhere on the inside, underneath it all, they sense it, and they resent it.

Songs remain. They last...A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams and gone. That's the power of songs.

Maybe he was old-fashioned, but to him a couple meant a strong bond, with positive and negative charges constantly arcing between them.

The greatest mistake we can make is to stay on the ground after falling.

The future will never bend to the fleeting hopes of the man."From "Lucifer's Ladder: God of the Fallen, Book One

When you know yourself—your strengths, joys, limitations, and fears—you can live in truth and transparency in all areas of your life.

It’s Big Brother with werewolves. Live coverage for a month, leading up to a group kill on full moon.

Manhattan... capital of the 20th century, a city that has fascinated me for more than three decades.

The world is made up of facts, not things.

This matter of two sides to every question is bad logic and bad practice: sometimes there are no sides; sometimes there are a hundred.

The politicians, who once stated that war was too complex to be left to the generals, now act as though peace were too complex to be left to themselves.

Representation of the world, like the world itself, is the work of men; they describe it from their own point of view, which they confuse with the absolute truth.