I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait and see what you hit.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

I love animals, always have, and it seemed natural to help the ASPCA. Animals have no voice of their own, so we have to be that voice

I am not a morning person.

I always treated writing as a profession, never as a hobby. If you don't believe in yourself, no one else will.

Remember your personal demons should be afraid of you, because you are their home, their food, and as you heal, their executioner.

You'd think a sociopath assassin wouldn't have a fan following but he does

Zebrowski says that if you killed someone else just hide the body, he's not starting over on the paperwork.

Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.

My writing style is very sensual, as in sensory detail

The best lies are always at least partially true.

There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.

To some, you are a way to the light and to others you will be their true destruction.

A poetess is a collection of unfinished thoughts. She is a tormented phantom, a harbinger of life and death. Those who peer deep inside her catacombs will learn that even madness is a virtue.

From the intrinsic evidence of His creation the Great Architect of the Universe now begins to appear as a pure mathematician .

When I received the news of the Nobel Peace Award, I could not believe it. I told my father, 'I think they have the wrong name, Dad. Please, can you talk to this man on the phone? I'm busy cooking!'

I can write better than anyone who can write faster.

The mark of the superior thinker is his or her ability to accurately predict the consequences of doing or not doing something.

That's the purpose of stress. It's a friend. It's an alarm clock, built in to let you know that it's time to do The Work.

I envy no man's nightingale or spring; Nor let them punish me with loss of rhyme, Who plainly say, My God, My King.

I'd rather attempt something I'm not sure I can do