This Was The Darker Life, Where Every

City Life Is No Life For A Country Man; For Such A Man That Life Is A Kind Of Damnation In Itself.

Good Luck Is Just Bad Luck With Its Hair Combed.

Anything With The Power To Make You Laugh Over Thirty Years Later Isn’t A Waste Of Time. I Think Something Like That Is Very Close To Immortality.

Superstition, Like True Love, Needs Time To Grow And Reflect Upon Itself.

As A Teenager, I Read A Lot Of H.p. Lovecraft, So I Wrote Like H.p. Lovecraft. And In My 20s, I Read A Lot Of Ross Macdonald And Raymond Chandler, So I Wrote Like Those Guys. But, Little By Little, You Develop Your Own Style.