Poetry can be the bridge, the crossover point in the mind between the physical and the spiritual. A place where the two can meet.

Mack Bolan was simply a man who could command himself.

Every writer is working from his own individual world view, and that can become as characteristic as a fingerprint.

Hell was not for the living, it was for the dead, even the hallowed dead. Let the dead rest in peace. Someday Mack Bolan, too, would rest. For now, he had to find his way among the living.

Mack Bolan is a classic American hero. Readers like him and I feel very good about that.

The story of two dreams is a coincidence, a line drawn by chance, like the shapes of lions or horses that are sometimes formed by clouds.

What is really not fair about life is the fact that we have to pay the cost of our weaknesses which we didn't chose nor we had the option to refuse. Apart from that life is very fair.

The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.

Usually, when you go to a movie, your consciousness floats above the film. 3D sucks you in and makes it a visceral experience.

Going on means going far, going far means returning.

This truth: that he, the avatar of light, Supreme Master of the Jedi Order, the fiercest, most impeccable, most devastatingly powerful foe the darkness had ever known... just- didn't- have it.

Multiplicity is a delusion. Unity is the Reality.

Mass attention is almost unattainable and it's not clear that you want it.

There's always room for improvement, but the judges are looking for big airs and stylish tricks.

Outlaws, like lovers, poets, and tubercular composers who cough blood onto piano keys, do their finest work in the slippery rays of the moon.