I'd always had a guilty preference for fiction. Since I seemed now to be living fiction, this proved to have been an entirely reasonable choice.

The train is roaring toward you and the villain is twirling his moustache and you're fussing that he's tied you to the tracks with the wrong kind of rope.

I wondered what you'd have on the side with a plate of Deep Fried Anxiety. Pickles? Coleslaw? Potato-strychnine mash?

The Lone Ranger of vampires. Did that make me Tonto?

Charlie is one of the big good guys in my universe.

Can you trust me, he said. Not will you. Can you.Can I trust him?What do I have to lose?

What this world doesn't have is the three-wishes, go-to-the-ball-and-meet-your-prince, happily-ever-after kind of magic. We have all the mangling and malevolent kinds. Who *invented* this system?

You can be a really nasty, selfish little jerk when you're scared enough. I was scared enough.

The most serious drawback to the telling-nothing approach is that it made that much more of a mystery of what had happened, and the nature of gossip abhors a vacuum of the unexplained.

When you're feeding the second coachload of tourists that day you aren't thinking about the birthday party for fifty next week.

There are always cats around Charlie's, but they are usually refugees seeking asylum from the local rat population, and rather desperately friendly.

You can't love a cat the way you love a dag because a cat can not do dog work

I have travel to the places I have been because, I had a vivid imagination of the places.

Sometimes sanity just means the ability to recognize the end of the road when you reach it.

What we see and believe about our self is what life will give back in return.

Meaningless combinations of words do not suddenly acquire meaning simply because we prefix to them the two other words ' God can'.

We have to have some form of politics. Politics is a form of resolving conflicts. Politics which comes from sincere motivation is constructive.

I myself find it hard to accept the notion of self-creation from nothing, even given unrestricted chance.

You saved me," I said. Nathaniel put his hands on either side of my face. "I had to," he said. "So you could save me back.

It is not the skills we actually have that determine how we feel but the ones we think we have.

I was proud of working 18 hours a day and sleeping three hours a night. It's something now that has turned into a problem for me: not being able to sleep... having insomnia.