“Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.”

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

Sometimes when you’re young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you’re living on someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.

A short story is a different thing altogether – a short story is like a quick kiss in the dark from a stranger.

Optimism is a perfectly legitimate response to failure.

Get busy living or get busy dying.

Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.

Love isn’t soft, like the poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.

A man with a good wife is the luckiest of God’s creatures.

A coward judges all he sees by what he is.

True sorrow is as rare as true love.

Some things were better lost than found.

You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.

The more you read, the less apt you are to make a fool of yourself with your pen or word processor.

Fiction is the truth inside the lie.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

Emotions are the interaction of thoughts and of sensations in the body.

Love in marriage is more than just a feeling or an emotion; it is a choice.

Because of the vulgar advent, I decided to give way and, by dark and cryptic sentences, tell of the causes of the future mutation of mankind; especially the most urgent ones, and the ones I perceived, and in a manner that would not upset their fragile sentiments.

A movie doesn’t have to do everything. A movie just has to do a couple of things. If it does those things well and gives you a cool night at the movies, an emotion, that’s good enough.

I don’t try and be dark, but there are obviously darker emotions that I want to capture sometimes.

What are the lessons to be learned from this journey of the mind through the universe? That humans are emotionally fragile, perennially gullible, hopelessly ignorant masters of an insignificantly small speck in the cosmos. Have a nice day.

It was then that the ecstasy and the dream began, in which emotion was the matter of the universe, and matter but an adventitious intrusion likely to hinder you from spinning where you wanted to spin.

It’s an indication of how cynical our society has become that any kind of love story with a sad theme is automatically ridiculed as sentimental junk.