Proving one’s innocence is as improbable as going to Pluto fora honeymoon. It could take away everything you had in life, dearones, dreams, hopes and, most importantly, the right to have yourfreedom.

On deathbed every single good, bad, ugly moment becomes special.

A single lie is the father of all lies

Vomit and shit, even your own, stink.

No headboards were broken.

I accept the fact that there is always a way out in every situation we find ourselves but, until we begin to ponder, panacea will be very scarce

I write every day weekdays for about 5 hours, mostly longhand on legal pads. It has gotten neither harder nor easier, sadly or happily.

Freedom from mental distraction equals power. Body mind masters eventually come to the realization that this and every moment, on or off the field, is the moment of truth.

The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.

From his lips/Not words alone pleased her.

For me, the dialogue is the easiest part of writing. It just always seems so obvious what a character will say. Maybe its because I talk too much!

Whenever a woman describes herself as a 'post-feminist' I picture women lashed to posts. Joan of Arc was an early post-feminist.

I guess we all have a little vaunting itch for immortality, I guess that must be it.