He knew...there was no redemption for the damned.

Patience is hard when your very soul cries for freedom.

Time after time, they brought each other to new heights of ecstasy, until finally, they lay spent in each others arms in the quiet peace and contentment that only lovers know.

He had existed for a long time and was fluent in many languages - most of them…dead ones.

He howled in despair as his body was enveloped by a terrifying and sickening darkness.

As the helpless vampire watched the transformation, it started screaming. It was still screaming when his rows of razor sharp teeth sank into its throat.

She leaned forward and whispered sensuously in his ear, 'I am Lilith and you are mine now - forever.

He screamed in agony as large black wings erupted from his back - each had four large talons on it.

Harley's eyes widened in horror, and a low moan of fear escaped his mouth. The back alley was filled with a vision from Hell.

The desert became grim, dark and foreboding. A silence of death lay over the land, and it seemed as though the very stars held their breath and twinkled no more.

Finally, both of them fell asleep together with their limbs entwined in the eternal position of a lover's embrace.

Only God can judge me so I'm gone, either love me or leave me alone.

How do we become who we are in the world? We ask the world to teach us. But we have to ask with an open heart, with no idea of what the answer will be.

If for no other reason than it's just fun to watch people age, and it's fun to watch what happened to '80s hairdos and outfits, and what they look like now.

All of science to me, everything that we have learned, is important to the extent that it brings us to our senses.

The more we thank God for the blessings we receive, the more we open the way for further blessings.

Be brief, be buoyant, and be brilliant.

In a restaurant one is both observed and unobserved. Joy and sorrow can be displayed and observed "unwittingly," the writer scowling naively and the diners wondering, What the hell is he doing?

A novel with a bad middle is a bad book. A bad ending is something I've just gotten in the habit of forgiving.

The one thing I believe is that families are off-limits. And I think my husband said it, and he was clear on that. And I totally agree with him.

He felt homesick for places he had never been. He missed hearts he had never loved.