I write of the wish that comes true-for some reason, a terrifying thought.
You have to wait for your mind to catch up with whatever it is it’s working on; then you can write a novel.
Love, when you get fear in it, it's not love any more. It's hate.
That's all it takes, one drop of fear to curdle love into hate.
I had killed a man, for money and a woman. I didn't have the money and I didn't have the woman.