Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.
The devil’s voice is sweet to hear.
Whatever came to mind, whatever came to hand, I would read.
I guess when you turn off the main road, you have to be prepared to see some funny houses.
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness.
French is the language that turns dirt into romance.
Fiction is the truth inside the lie.
Get busy living, or get busy dying.