Nothing Got Inside The Head Without Becoming

Here Was A Torture That Greek Inventors Of The Feast And The Stone Had Omitted From Their Hades: The Blanket Of Self-deception. A Lovely Warm Blanket As Far As It Covered The Soul In Torment, But It Never Quite Covered Everything.

I Was About 13, In Some Ways, When I Wrote The First Book. Approximately 18 When I Wrote The Second.

Popularity Has Become Its Own Justification.

The Writer’s Life Is A Life Of Revisions.

It's Doubtful That Anyone With An Internet Connection At His Workplace Is Writing Good Fiction.