Hell was not for the living, it was for the dead, even the hallowed dead. Let the dead rest in peace. Someday Mack Bolan, too, would rest. For now, he had to find his way among the living.

Mack Bolan was simply a man who could command himself.

Every writer is working from his own individual world view, and that can become as characteristic as a fingerprint.

Poetry can be the bridge, the crossover point in the mind between the physical and the spiritual. A place where the two can meet.

Mack Bolan is a classic American hero. Readers like him and I feel very good about that.

Man is but his belief.

That was the ballad of suburbia: give me loud to drown out the silence.

I am poppies in the fieldRed and cold I am sleeping alone and I am lightI am lightI am light

It's hard to balwnce a career and a family. There's no way to get it right all the time

Life imitates art -- but badly.

I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

In my head, my business is architecture and furniture; it's 70 percent Prouvé, and Corbusier, Royer, Jeanneret - they all passed away. So it's retrospective, I'm looking back.

A person soon learns how little he knows when a child begins to ask questions.

I'm proud to be a railway modeler. It means more to me to be on the cover of Model Railroader than to be on the cover of a music magazine.

Every wave of passion restrained is a balance in your favor. It is therefore good policy not to return anger for anger, as with all true morality.