Occupation: Novelist Birth: November 4, 1962
How oft do they rescue or ruin us, through whimsy or design or a combination of both, the adults to whom we entrust our care!.
I am a shark, Cassie," he says slowly, drawing the words out, as if he might be speaking to me for the last time. Looking into my eyes with tears in ….
A miscalculation is not negligence, nor prudence a crime. I am a scientist. I base my action or inaction upon probability and evidence. There is a re….
Could there be irony crueler than this? How, upon his rescue, the truth had brought him here, to a house for the mad, for only a madman believes what….
The monstrous act by definition demands a monster..
To show mercy is not naïve. To hold out against the end of hope is not stupidity or madness. It is fundamentally human. Of course... We are all doome….
You never know when the truth will come home. You can't choose the time. The time chooses you..
But if I'm it, the last of my kind, the last page of human history, like hell I'm going to let the story end this way. I may be the last one, but I a….
The doctor frowned upon drinking and often expressed wonderment at men who willingly made imbeciles of themselves..
The world is a clock winding down..
Good God, man, what is that smell?" He eyed with disgust the doctor's filthy cloak. "Life," answered the doctor..
We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece..
I thought I knew what loneliness was before he found me, but I had no clue. You don't know what real loneliness is until you've known the opposite..
She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all.
Adolphus is not at his desk. That means he is somewhere in the Monstrumarium, has gone home for the day, or is dead..
You can’t force yourself to trust. So you put all your doubts in a little box and bury it deep and then try to forget where you buried it.
I don't care what the stars say about how small we are. One, even the smallest, weakest, most insignificant one, matters..
It's like a cockroach working up a plan to defeat the shoe on its way down to crush it..
His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield..
I start to unbutton his shirt. "Got to get these clothes off," I mutter. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." Smile. Lopsided.….
In every creepy movie ever made, the barn is the prime nesting ground for the things you don't know you're looking for and always regret finding..