I have always hated lies; my own and everyone else’s.

Katie quickly learned the best way is to see another world entirely.

It’s late and most of the clerks are at home in their beds, dreaming of swimming in pools filled with real money.

Maxwell D. Kalist is a receiving teller at a city bank, Orwell and Finch, where he runs an efficient department of twenty two clerks and twelve junior clerks. He carries a leather-bound vade mecum everywhere...

Day after day, week after week; writing great fiction takes time, emotion, skill and effort.

Lyrics paved my teenage route to loving words. I take those passionate mini-stories with me everywhere.

Katie began to draw in the secrecy of her room, in anger at first, using her mother’s pencils and whatever paper she could find. Sometimes, she had to steal from Nader’s study to replenish her...

Writing is a solitary existence, especially if you forget to chat to your friends – sorry, I meant characters.

Heads swivel. Whispers erupt. As Kalist returns to his desk, bone cane by his side, he indulges, briefly, in horse practice, neighing lightly as he scrolls through a few mental images of busty secretary, Geiger,...

When I see the confident light in his eye cloud over, the animal in the corner of mine wakes up.

We all have different voices for different occasions. I just turn those voices into characters and put them in my books.

Somewhere, beyond blackness, some tyrant host swaps breathing for airlessness to test me. I had no concept of myself, no link to the things I knew. It is hard to explain the lack of anything...

Today’s controversy is tomorrow’s sea change.

One man’s fight is another man’s freedom.

Obelmäker is eating at his desk, a habit both Baumauer and Pissec find repulsive.

People who love reading get an instantly warm feeling in their bellies when they hear others describe getting comfortable with a good book.

I like to play around with my nightmares. Whenever I have a bad dream – something strange and unnerving – I write it down, sometimes in the middle of the night when everyone around me...

I used to love lulling, running water – a sound so infrequent in cityscapes. Its loss always made me feel lonely when I lived amongst concrete.

First time I ever put pen to paper, I had one goal – to build something no one had ever thought of before.

Without pride, man becomes a parasite – and there are already too many parasites.

Each day of the week, Kalist indulges himself in a different, secret ritual. On Mondays, he wears cologne. On Tuesdays, he eats meat for lunch. On Wednesdays, he places a bet after work. On Thursdays,...

To Katie, it was as lonely and secret as any building could be; its size and grandeur meant less to her. She didn’t know or care when the place had been built or by whom,...

Most of the people I worked with in my old job were pretty cool. We used to go out drinking after lights out and the less pleasant members of staff would be the topic of...

Please, never tell me what ‘horror erotica’ is. Real #art is being lost in a bizarre swamp of over-processed, sexually exploitative garbage.

You have to know your own mind inside out before you can know the minds of others.

Bride of Beimerstetten, bride of Beimerstetten, bride of Beimerstetten, naked bride of Beimerstetten,” and he imagines a procession of proud military men blowing trumpets as they stomp through a bomb-devastated town to the tune of...

I’ve always thought that the best moments can come from the worst times.

To prepare to write, I don’t surround myself with books. I surround myself with feelings.