Quotes About Author

What right have they to disdain a martyr?

Have you ever had to contemplate letting loved ones die at the hand of someone who hates them?

God, in these pages, becomes a way to express our universal desire to know and to comprehend the sacred.

Although he had always been a gentleman till then, he had 'caught his century', a disease impossible to analyze but by this simple phrase.

it is human nature, I suppose, to be futile and ridiculous.

I am afraid, monsieur, you will have to kill me first, and I have a prejudice against being killed before nine o'clock.

Mind being the seat of the soul, and literature being the expression of the mind, literature, it follows, is the soul of an age, the surviving and immortal part of it.

Most of this world's misery is the fruit not as priests tell us of wickedness, but of stupidity.... And we know that of all stupidities he considered anger the most deplorable.

The concept of a weary severed hand, exhausted from relentless creeping, made no sense.

Evil travels the world in anonymity, its presence revealed only by the periodic consequences of its desires...

Puppies are adorable. I'm not a puppy.

I am told not to let the tone of this narrative become too dark. A certain 400-pound muse will park his 150-pound ass on me by way of editorial comment, and there is always the threat of his urine-filled cat.

reality is perception perception change....reality is fluid so if by reality you mean reliably tangible objects and immutable events then theres no such thing

Death was driving an emerald-green Lexus.

Another plum, another plum, another plum for me! Jocko shakes the cyber tree! Ah ha-ha-ha, Ah ha-ha-ha!

Her direct stare probed, as if the story of my life were written in my eyes in a few succinct lines that she could read.

Although he never speaks of how or what or why, I know that his childhood was difficult, that his parents broke his heart. Books and excess poundage are his insulation against pain.

Expressed in Latin, it would have read Exi, impie, exi, scelerate, exi cum omnia fallacia tua, which translates into English as "Depart, impious one, depart, accursed one, depart with all your deceits.

The novelist F. Scott Fitzgerald said that the real dark night of the soul was always three o'clock in the morning, and those sixty minutes between three o'clock and four were reliably and literally the darkest in the city.

As we passed his table, I saw that the device that imprisoned the book was clever but wicked-looking, as though the critic were holding the work - and it's author - in bondage.

because wonder admits to the existence of mystery, and the recognition of mystery in the world allows the possibility of Truth.

I needed a moment to understand that I'd been dreaming, that I had come awake, and another moment to remember where I had gone to bed.

Can I assume you're sober? Nope, had two diet root beers.

consider that I might be mad. Like any self-respecting lunatic, however, I am always quick to dismiss any doubts about my sanity.