When we turn, is there something shoved inside of us or is it more that something inside of us has been released?

Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.

We all wind up drawn to what we're afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.

Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.

Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways.

Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.

She took a deep breath, "Last chance. Are you in need of rescuing?" His expression turned very strange, almost as if she'd struck him, "Yes, " he said finally.

I will guard you from Death, for I have no fear of him.

People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.

They wore their strange beauty like war paint.

Nothing can happen more beautiful than death - Walt Whitman

The gatekeepers are not there to prohibit you anything, they just want to frighten you away, if you are courageous enough to go through them, they will let you, thinking you are the owner or his so

Is she always like this?" "No, usually worse.

Seriously I do not think I am fit for the presidency.

I am a count, not a saint.

As a writer I care about America, and care about its carelessness.

Ice cream was my undoing, and six chocolate milk shakes in a row were nothing to me at one time.

Ideally, I'd like to be the eternal novice, for then only the surprises would be endless.

I go to bed every night and the list of what I've accomplished is astounding.

I think of myself as a songwriter, a weaver of story and imagination in a way that a novelist might write a book.

The critic is a prisoner to his own experiences and perspectives, erroneously believing his limited experiences are the sum of all truth