
Through the window a broken fingernail of moon was visible.

Demons do tend to cluster around the yellowing pages and cracked spines of second hand books.

It was then that I thought: Judith I could slap your face for a whole day and not stop even for lunch.

The trouble with forgiveness is that some people don't want to be forgiven.

I can tell you a dozen different stories. This is what we are: a collection of stories that we share, in common. This is what we are to each other.

Some people feed you with love," Tara said, "and some people love you with food.

Some people feed you with love.

I've been a professional writer for 20 years, and there are contours in that time, crescents and troughs.

There is no "mid" about it. Life is a crisis from the cradle to the grave.

It is, of course, the first recourse of every elitist to see social barbarism in others.

I've been playing 'Doom' for some years.

She couldn't see him, but his voice was like light through a stained-glass window in a cathedral.

I have to get out once a week and speak with people or I start thinking I'm the emperor of Abyssinia.

Rome is a place almost worn out by being looked at, a city collapsing under the weight of reference.

I LOVE HORSES!' shrieked the Tooth Fairy over his shoulder.

The mist hung in the air like a prancing unicorn.

The blood in my veins is frozen but it sings of love.

'Plutocracy.' It has a perfect nuance: chilly, inaccessible, icy-rich.

The modern superstition is that we're free of superstition.

That's emails for ya: sometimes they're like an arrow that hits so deep in the target, you can't pull it out.