The heart also knows things, and so does the imagination. Thank God. If not for heart and imagination, the world of fiction would be a pretty seedy place. It might not even exist at all.

Sometimes the only thing to do is to take the thing that you must have. Even if someone gets hurt.

Why does she have to be such a...Such a...'Go on,' I said. 'The truth is never cussing, Son.'Such a bitch!

She might have been pretty when she started out, but the world had moved on since then.

Her support was a constant, one of the few good things I could take as a given. And whenever I see a first novel dedicated to a wife (or a husband), I smile and think, There’s someone who knows.” Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don’t have to make speeches. Just believing is usually enough.

Alone.Yes,that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.