Tropical trees had been planted throughout the room, along with bright flowering plants that were busy committing the olfactory floral equivalent of aggravated assault.

Home is where, when you go there and tell people to get out, they have to leave.

Things are not always as bad as they seem. Sometimes, the darkness only makes it easier to see the light.

I know you haven't burned down any buildings in a while, " she said, "but if you start feeling the need...

And since when had I become the guy that things happened to ten years ago?

BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.

I’d gone with my usual option. I was running through long tunnels filled with demons and monsters and nightmares, because it was easier than going to the gym.

Doesn't matter how pretty you are. What's important is how pretty you feel. No one feels pretty when they hear "no" often enough.

A writer of fiction is really... a congenital liar who invents from his own knowledge or that of other men.

Automatically thinking ‘everything that happens is God’s will’ is a lazy way to live. We live in a war. Jesus wasn’t fighting the Father’s will when He raised the dead.

Generally speaking, rhyme is the marker for the end of a line. The first rhyme-word is like a challenge thrown down, which the poem itself has to respond to.

I always get bored with my hair. That's why I would always change it throughout my career.

A neighborhood is where, when you go out of it, you get beat up.

Anything that has to deal with our mortality is always going to be interesting to us. Life and death is always going to be something that draws our attention.

The fates lead the willing, and drag the unwilling.

The mysteries of faith are degraded if they are made into an object of affirmation and negation, when in reality they should be an object of contemplation.

We stayed at home to write, to consolidate our outstretched selves.

(M)aybe we too busy being flowers or fairies or strawberries instead of something honest and worthy of respect . . . you know . . . like being people.