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And if Poe were alive, he would not have to invent horror; horror would invent him.

The more closely the author thinks of why he wrote, the more he comes to regard his imagination as a kind of self-generating cement which glued his facts together, and his emotions as a kind of dark and obscure designer of those facts. Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.

Literature is a struggle over the nature of reality. --Richard Wright to William Faulkner

Even the cat smiles When the hen swallows water With back-tilted head.

unconscious but powerful identification of violence against other human beings as the most appropriate response to the disastrous conditions of their lives.

imperial dream of a feudal age that made men enslave others.

A writer who hasn't written anything worth-while is a most doubtful person.

Fifteen minutes," she said, climbing out. "At least. I gotta park my truck somewhere else. And walk all the way back. And sneak all the way in. Secret rendezvous, you know…they take time.

It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Boucher," she answered shyly. "Nell," the woman corrected, a dimple showing at each corner of her mouth. She cokced an eyebrow at Etienne. "Okay, I guess you win the bet. She's just as cute as you said she was.

You like suffering," Parker reminded her. "And, excuse me, but you're not the one with pneumonia." "You don't have pneumonia. You're just jealous because Gage was in worse shape than you, and he got more attention." "Well, it's almost pneumonia. It's turning into pneumonia.

Well, I'm not going to flunk this project," Ashley said crossly, "just because Parker's an idiot." Roo promptly frowned. "Where's your compassion? Parker can't help being an idiot.

and the award-winning author of several acclaimed thrillers. He's interviewed murderers face-to-face on death row; patrolled with the LAPD and the RCMP. His true crime articles have appeared in The New York Times, Marie Claire, Reader's

And so I replied, "You just don't know the right kind of motivational speakers!" And she: "Top answer! Top answer!" ??? (Posted 3/3/2012)

He was a psychologist, and degrees in psychology, I find, often conceal deviant tendencies.

Ideology is masturbation, a jerk-off afforded to those few privileged with time on their hands and no wolves at the door.

Why can't you place a blessing like that on us? I asked. It only works on wild animals. So it would only affect Percy, Annabeth reasoned. Hey! I protested.

She'd also called me brave...unless she was talking to the catfish.

Braccas meas vescimini ! I wasn't sure where the Latin came from. I think it meant 'Eat my pants!

Can we just call them storm spirits?" Leo asked. "Venti makes them sound like evil espresso drinks.

You're a stalker with hooves. I am not! I followed her to the Big House and hid in a bush and watched the whole thing.

Erre es korakas, Blinky! Dionysus cursed. I will have your soul!

Oh no. I said panic rising in my chest. No, no, no, Somebody get a can opener. I've got a god in my head!!

Meat! he said scornfully. I'm a vegetarian. You eat cheese enchiladas and aluminum cans, I reminded him. Those are vegetables.

Vulcan? Leo demanded. I don't even LIKE Star Trek!