After 2001, everyone in the Soulquarians blew up, which wasn't expected. We all got the success, and then everybody froze.
You won't find a vampire in a Ford Fiesta
Here’s to books, the cheapest vacation you can buy.
My gran had always told me that a woman--any woman worth her salt--could do whatever she had to.
My mother finally took me to a child psychologist, who knew exactly what I was, but she just couldn’t accept it and kept trying to tell my folks I was reading their body language and was very observant, so I had good reason to imagine I heard people’s thoughts. Of course, she couldn’t admit I was literally hearing people’s thoughts because that just didn’t fit into her world.
Sometimes you just have to regret things and move on.
Vampires. They wrote the book on possessive.
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful and downward into a decade’s quart and downward into a lifetime’s ocean. I alternate treading water and deadman’s float.
I have so many books to write now. So I'll write from home. Sometimes I'm writing in the office too, in my cubicle. It looks like a mess. It doesn't look like anybody uses the spot.
Providence is always on the side of the last reserve.
I mean the flesh, never fade! The flesh never leave the creation, see, because with that divine spirit the flesh cannot fade. If the spirit is weak then the flesh fade, seen?