Occupation: Novelist
All of his life had been about making sure I kept mine..
If there is no trust, there is nothing. Trust is all..
At least that's what his note said, along with a scathing reminder that dishes didn't wash themselves and the fungus in the bathroom was one day away….
When life gives you lemons. . . You might as well shove 'em where the sun don't shine, because you sure as hell aren't ever going to see any lemonade..
Snap judgments? I'd gotten over those about the time I was toilet trained. Swore off diapers and faith in the human experience all in one week..
Pooh hater,' I muttered under my breath. 'Winnie-the-Pooh was not a koala--why am I even arguing about this with you?.
Look at the ex-demon with his big boy pants on now..
There are a lot of truths in this world. When it rains it pours. It's always darkest before the dawn. He who smelt it dealt it..
I have people in my life, of course. Some write; some don't. Some read; some don't. Some stare vacantly into space when I talk the geeky talk and wal….
As I stood, I took in a last breath of spring-scented air, listened to the birdsong, and then saw a member of wildlife the conservationists hadn't pl….
All I cared was that she had never lied. She was honest in a world just the opposite, and a cool oasis in my life. She was who she said she was, and ….
Memories - you can't escape them, but you can't let them rule you either..
Why is it always the world? Why is it never just half a block? Or Jersey? You know, something we could live without?.
I am your brother. I was supposed to be your brother before either of us was born. Karmic debt. It appears I was Vlad the Impaler or Genghis Khan in ….
Fall leaves are brilliant with gold and red. You can cup them in your hand and wonder at them, be amazed at their uniqueness and glory. But eventuall….
Leandros's favorite place had turned out not to be vegetarian, but vegan, which was for people who preferred their suicide slow..
Pick up your clothes. I am not your maid. How do I know this? A maid cannot kill you with a tube sock. I can..
Every inner touch, every one of its fingerprints on my brain, burned like acid. It shredded the walls of my soul like tissue paper, it clawed its way….
You're so very good at that. The temper, the scowl. You must drink shots of testosterone in your morning coffee..
Lies were like acid, corrosive: They could dissolve trust in a heartbeat..
Niko caught my hand and slapped it lightly down on the bar. “Pistol whipping elderly women isn’t precisely our mission statement, Cal.” I hadn’t been….