In my mind he is a demon and a godand I blame him, I blame him, I blame himfor the world I created on my ownas much as the one he built around me.

It’s voyeuristic the way you searchfor answers in these cries for help, and how you see Death’s fingersbut always think they’re paintbrushes.

I felt happier yesterday. I do not feel happy today – I feelabandoned and godless and brokenin a church built for the damnedwith artificial light through stained glassand warped wooden doors.

When I wake from my nightmaresI’m more afraid of the breath in my lungs than whatever might be chasing me.

I want her sinful arms wrapped around me, bloodied and angry and triumphant in shame.

You have constellationsgrowing under your skin.starlight in the blood spilledwhen they stole your feathers

I gulped, mesmerized by his hypnotic eyes and charming, spearmint smile, and uttered something intelligent like, "Uh, huh." ~ from Dragon Flight

He put his finger in and out, and watched me lie there.''Perfect'', I groaned breathlessly, while a tear drop shined on the corner of my right eye.

My daughter, unfortunately, is ill, because drug addiction is an illness. She's been fighting it for years.

When I was little, I wasn't allowed to put sugar on my breakfast cereal because it made me so hyper.

All good novelists have bad memories. What you remember comes out as journalism; what you forget goes into the compost of the imagination.

The short of it is, as an aspiring writer, there is nothing as damaging to your credibility as saying that you don't like to read.

Teenagers have to be sustained; they have to be given something to live for and something that involves them without having to make a child, a human being.

God never intended for us to simply be the objects of His love. We are also called to be the instruments of that love in the lives of others.

Why don't you meet Osama bin Laden, invite him to Brussels or to the White House and engage in talks, ask him what he wants and give it to him so he leaves you in peace?