So, I poisoned his coffee this morning and watched him drink it.

I told you. I’ve been watching.” She twirled, her arms outstretched. “Watching, watching, watching.

Ashes, ashes.” Her whispered words of an old rhyme smashed through the silence as thunder, and in unison, the shadow figures answered.“We all fall down.

The flocks fear the wolf the crops the storm and the trees the wind.

Great American sport. Horseshoes is a very great game. I love it.

There is no kindness more cruel than the kindness which consigns another person to their sin.

If a song is longer than three and a half minutes, itll need something to keep you entertained.

...I want to grab her collarbones as if they were handlebars.

Imprecision is tolerable and verisimilar in literature, because we always tend towards it in life.

We all have that desire to be kind of wild and bad.

I didn't go to college, but if I did, I would've taken all my tests at a restaurant, 'cause 'The customer is always right'.

If you think the market’s 'too high' wait 'til you see it 20 years from now.

I sometimes wonder what those of us who are writers would become in a nonliterary culture - storytellers? Hermits?