I am your stone of necessity calling up spirits from rain puddles—your Magus of words

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

... here's what I believe - sometimes God has a Plan B...

Being smart means you learned it well

We owe it to each other to tell stories, as people simply...

Philosophy is doubt.

Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.

Earth's blackest day and earth's brightest day are only three days apart.

Africa was the most exotic place I could conceive of - the end of the world - and I knew I would go there one day.

I'm grateful for believing in a religion that can naturally adapt to changing times yet uphold timeless values and principles.

[To Timothy LaHaye:] So, Mr. LaHaye, when the Rapture happens, can I have your stuff?

Idolizing is a strong word, though. I'm happy that people respond well to the work I'm doing now. If anyone admires what I'm doing in any way, then I'm really proud of it.

Would I were in an alehouse in London.