Life Doesn't Have Plots And Subplots And

A Cannon Fires Only Once But Words Detonate Across Centuries

The Moon Is So Beautiful. It's A Big Silver Dollar, Flipped By God. And It Landed Scarred Side Up, See? So He Made The World.

I Prefer Working Out Of Strict Continuity, Because No Normal Human Being Can Have A Firm Grip On The Constantly Shifting Bardo-like Territory Of A Comics Universe, Where Entire Histories Can Be Erased By A Strong Enough Super-sneeze.

It's Stupid, I Know, But I Care. All The Things That Meant So Much When We Were Young. Under The Blankets Late At Night, Listening To Long-distance Radio. All Those Things Lost Now Or Broken. Can You Remember? Can You Remember That Feeling? Perhaps I Ought To Go To A Doctor.

Your Character That You Create In Your Writing Not Only Represents Who You Are, But Also Represents A Number Of People Who You've Met Along The Way.