Schopenhauer wrote that to desire immortality is to desire the eternal perpetuation of a great mistake. He was correct.

My heart started racing, not the bad kind of heart racing, like I’m going to die. But the good kind of heart racing, like, Hello, can I help you with something? If not, please step...

But Pierre had been born with a shrewdness that made him early aware that a failure to believe that human events were ordered by a higher power was regarded by many in the highest positions...

Remember Whose You Are.

I have no inner life. I have no ‘intimate’ life. I am just what I-what to do. I move from one habitation to another like one of those-is it herit crabs? Taking up residence in...

The woman turns away; one wing blackens like an onyx gem while the other glows white like a bright spotlight. She flies into the sky, leaving the crowd staring in astonishment. Angels fly away in...

I felt a lot better; not being alone in being alone.

That the stars guide us, but do not compel us. It is our free will that determines the outcome of all things. God does impose his will on us, rather he makes it known and...

In real life I do violence, but for psychic stuff I do other things better.

We invent fictions in order to live somehow the many lives we would like to lead when we barely have one at our disposal.

A force de peindre la vie des autres, il avait oublié de peindre la sienne.”On ne se tue pas pour une femme (2000)

It’s a ballad, Alf, and to be honest, it’s one of the slowest songs I can think of. You’d have been better off doing a slow waltz to something with that tempo. The other factor...

Her heart was telling her to trust him, but it wouldn’t be the first time that that foolish muscle, there in the middle of her chest, had betrayed her.

We live in a world where there is such a clear definition of what a girl should be that it takes almost no effort at all to completely hate ourselves.

If you’re a ghost,” he said, “we mean you no disrespect. And if you’re not a ghost, tell me who you are-or you soon will be one

…we haven’t had any accidents for months now…Everything on that island is perfectly fine.

Maybe he thinks he can rescue me? No one is that stupid.

And to see the white flash of Klaus’s eyes as he whirled on her. For one stunned instant she stared at him, and then lightning crackled.From an empty sky.

Or you just might say that destiny finally caught up with me.

Amateur detectives in fiction had always annoyed Ella. They were so unrealistic. She didn’t intend to be the Rabbit Back version of Miss Marple or a cheap Baker Street knock-off, and she really didn’t like...

I am also an author. Please check out my novel, A Life Worth Dreaming About.

What was justice, after all, but a particular outcome?

Everybody is equally weak on the inside, just that some present their ruins as new castles and become kings –

L shot Maki a disappointed look. But soon he forgot everything when Misa Amane appeared onstage. Enraptured he began to cheer with the girls in black lace and frilly skirts.

Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it.”Goethe

For me, stories are like WD-40 for the brain: they keep all the wheels and gears and clicky-things running smoothly. Without them, cognitive function becomes a bore.

My new story collection won’t please everyone, nor was it meant to. Then again, not everybody lives in my world. If they did, I’d have to move out and find another world to write about.

Being an author, writing a book was great fun. Publishing and marketing, not so fun.

Pastor McFucking Bride this . . . Pastor McFucking Bride that. Fuck him!

It is completely raw, the sort of thing I feel free to do with the door shut—it’s the story undressed, standing up in nothing but its socks and undershorts.