What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.

[last words] What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night.

What happens when two introverts collide? Do they dissolve completely in each other’s patience and silence, or do they break their glass shells and become new people?

My head is full of seeing you see me.

I don't mind there being some medievalists around for ornamental purposes, but there is no reason for the State to pay for them.

It's just a campy blast. I just want to do as little as I can and make it good, and try not to sell out. I'm sure I will, but I'm just trying to postpone it.

To offset a depersonalized society, consumers crave recognition of their individuality.

Silence alone is respectable and respected. I believe God to be silence.

Writing is the only profession where nobody considers you ridiculous if you earn no money. Money is like an arm or a leg; use it or lose it.

It may come as a surprise to some academics, but there is a marked relationship between economic power and political power.

The institutions of Churchianity are not Christianity. An institution is a good thing if it is second; immediately an institution recognizes itself it becomes the dominating factor.

The crime fiction genre offers the writer infinite diversity of theme and treatment.