Quotes About Author

In their disfigured semibaldness, something private had been stolen, melding them into a indistinguishable collection, like animals in a herd.

Texas, state-sized porkchop of misery:

Either positive or negative comments are good because it shows I am still relevant.

Although Kurt Vonnegut may not be considered a humor writer, 'Breakfast of Champions' is one of the funniest books I've ever read.

was wolf country, wild and bleak and empty; treacherous as a rabid dog.

That,' said Benny, 'is about as convincing an argument as the works of those historians who claim there was a fifth Teletubby.

Ah, my dear. Let me introduce Miss Tyler and Doctor umm...' He glanced at the Doctor, but got no help. 'And the Doctor,' he finished.

That should sober him up" "Actually, he hasn't started drinking yet

So I'm deputizing for the deputy, am I?, asked Connor with a grin.

I can do that," I said. "Let me feel helpful." So I let go of the handle, knowing how immobilizing helplessness was.

Do you know where the word 'itinerary' comes from?" Jacob asked as I scanned my perfectly formatted document of opening times and tips on how to bypass long lines and which routes to take during prime drive times. "What does this have to do with anything?" I countered. "Everything. It's from Latin, for 'journeys.' So trust me. You'll have fun.

What was so miraculous about a relationship that was based more on my gratitude than on mutual self respect?

He's a vampire." I added. You know. In case Ty thought he was a really convincing vamposeur.

A difference in self loathing? Please. The only difference between a gun and a rope is the time it takes to tie the knot.

Danders Anders squealed with joy. The most malodorous sound in the world.

But I have come to believe that Catherine was possessed of a rare grace and inner strength that would have protected her from the jostling fashion crowd, with their sharp

beautiful house of "La Colle". With all the greatest tenderness, from your Catherine.

Whatever guilt is perpetrated by some evil prompting, is grievous to the author of the crime. This is the first punishment of guilt that no one who is guilty is acquitted at the judgment seat of his own conscience.

Revenge is the abject pleasure of an abject mind.

An inveterate and incurable itch for writing besets many, and grows old in their sick hearts.

One path alone leads to a life of peace: The path of virtue.

El libro de ensayos sobre la narrativa de Juan García Ponce que venía escribiendo hacía casi un año

The thing about me that seems to puzzle people the most - people who know me, who believe what i tell them - is that I can write the most profound things without actually meaning them. I can persuade people of things I don't believe myself,or (more usually) simply don't care about

My belief is, either you understand things or you understand people. Nobody can do both. Frankly, I'm happier with things.