Grief is a healthy emotion, and it’s healthy to embrace it. By accepting loss, we clarify our values and the meaning of our lives.
I admit to having an imagination feverish enough to melt good judgment.
I fall down on the side of free will, simply because if you look at where I came from, and what I was able to do in my life, what was able to happen.
Each reader needs to bring his or her own mind and heart to the text.
The most identifying trait of humanity is our abilty to be inhumane to one another.
I imagined a life that turned out to be pretty much exactly like the one I’ve had. That fascinates me endlessly. I wake up many mornings, and it almost wouldn’t surprise me if I woke up from it and it was all a dream.
I really believe that everyone has a talent, ability, or skill that he can mine to support himself and to succeed in life.
In this world only the paranoid survive.
Books were this wonderful escape for me because I could open a book and disappear into it, and that was the only way out of that house when I was a kid.
I believe that I was a dog in a past life. That’s the only thing that would explain why I like to snack on Purina Dog Chow.
I have a sofa on which I never nap, big windows with an ocean view that I rarely see because I keep the pleated shades down at all times while working. I know I’m a potential slacker, so I don’t tempt myself.
There are no explanations for human evil. Only excuses.
The functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion and empathy.
Even in the darkest moments, light exists if you have faith to see it.
She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells.
Maybe when all was said and done, the imagination was the most powerful of all weapons. It was the imagination of the human race that had allowed it to dream of a life beyond cold caves and of a possible future in the stars.
Every book has some real life in it. I was never pursued by an evil twin clone, but everything else in MR. MURDER was pretty much out of my own life.
In spite of where we were, how we had gotten here and why we had come, I felt that at this moment of our lives, this place was exactly where we belonged. We were not drifting but rising, rising toward something right and of significance.
Humanity is a parade of fools, and I am at the front of it, twirling a baton.
I am basically a pretty good autodidact. I can teach myself things.