Delete Nothing. Move Nothing. Change Nothing. Learn

They Discovered That Even In The Face Of Pain That Seems Unbearable, Even In The Face Of Pain That Wrings The Last Drop Of Blood Out Of Your Heart And Leaves Its Scrimshaw Tracery On The Inside Of Your Skull, Life Goes On. And Pain Grows Dull, And Begins To Fade

The Sky Is Purple, The Flare Of A Match Behind A Cupped Hand Is Gold; The Liquor Is Green, Bright Green, Made From A Thousand Herbs, Made From Altars. Those Who Know Enough To Drink Chartreuse At Mardi Gras Are Lucky, Because The Distilled Essence Of The Town Burns In Their Bellies. Chartreuse Glows In The Dark, And If You Drink Enough Of It, Your Eyes Will Turn Bright Green.

You Hold Onto What You Have; You Do Not Give It Up Easily, Even When You Know It Is Poisoning You.

I Don't Like To Talk About Work In Progress, But The Novel I'm Working On Now Is Definitely Not Horror.

All At Once It Hit Him: This Was Power Too, Just As Surely As Smashing Your Fist Into Someone’s Face, Just As Surely As Putting A Hammer Through Someone’s Skull. The Power To Make Another Person Crazy With Pleasure Instead Of Fear And Pain, To Have Every Cell In Another Person’s Body At Your Thrall.