The limbo of life is like a song, a melody that comes around occasionally but that sticks in your head and never goes away.

Time is self absorbed, takes what it wants and doesn't return the favor. It is greedy, its pockets full of the lives of those left behind. It is a magician and a thief.

Trapped, cutting herself against the jagged edges of her emotions, she was a prisoner of her own spirit.

Do not try to understand. What I feel for you cannot be limited to words. I know that you have moved on with your life, yet I stand here, frozen in the midst of your spirit.

In this game against fate, I am losing. Miserably.

There was not an inch of solid ground anywhere in the world for me to call my own. I didn't belong anywhere. Had I disappeared, no one would have noticed.

I don't know where I am- somewhere between heaven and hell, a place of utter terror and endless confusion.

Every man seeks the life he thinks he deserves.

I refuse to stay a prisoner to my body. I am going to free myself.

A machine! I have become a machine! It has taken over my life. How ironic! In a world of freedom and independence, my entire life now depends on a machine!

Some people worry that artificial intelligence will make us feel inferior, but then, anybody in his right mind should have an inferiority complex every time he looks at a flower.

I think we present extreme aspects of human behavior and hopefully get at times, messages across or bring issues to the table or as we so often say, shed light into the dark crevices of human nature

It is the way it is. But it is not the way it appears to be. Enlightenment.

I probably owe an apology to fans that have been supportive and have not wanted to believe any of this was true. It takes a little bit of the sheen off of the mystique.

I listen to everything that comes in. I'm not real worried about demo sound quality. I can hear through that sort of thing. If a band can play, then they can play.

Often the true hero and heroines of my books are the houses, the places, the communities where people find a home.

Lord, I never seen blue hair on a black woman before or since. Leroy say you look like a cracker from outer space.

A 'goto' in Perl falls into the category of hard things that should be possible, not easy things that should be easy.

You don't go to a comedy and try to laugh. You laugh in spite of yourself. You don't just come on stage and cry. Something has pushed you to cry.

Perhaps I am not as wise as I like to think I am.