There was not a lot of room for someone like me, who kept the gossip mill running like a hamster wheel.

Oh you two look delicious," Bast said, licking her lips. "No, no-er, I mean wonderful. Now, off you go!

If you have to pay the bills, and you write something you're not proud of, use a pen-name for that.

Thought for the day: Twitter...140 character limit...must be a great tool for fortune cookie writers...

Everyone has someone to call on when they're down, let me be that someone when that ones not around.

We are flawed creatures with explosive feelings that subconsciously aspire to be non-violent sociopaths.

Communist until you get rich. Feminist until you get married. Atheist until the airplane starts falling.

Yeah, my father is an egotistical douchebag," he says roughly. "My name literally means Jonathan empire.

Well, it all started when I figured out that the janitor at my high school was the Angel of Death…

Imogen was a bright girl naturally, but she had read so many novels that her brain was completely turned.

True...I hear voices in my head keep talking to me. The good thing for now is...I never answer them back.

If the Good Lord meant men to use percussion caps, he wouldn't have strung flint all over the ground.

I'm more of a dog person. But I admire cats and their ability to take so much while giving so little.

I'd like to thank my parents for making this night possible. And my children for making it necessary.

I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though.