Trees There Were, Old As Trees Can

When You're Starting Off As A Young Writer, You Look At All The Stuff That's Gone Before And The Stuff That's Influenced You, And You Reach The Ladle Of Your Imagination Into This Bubbling Stew Pot Of All Of This Stuff, And You Pour It Out. And That's Where You Start From.

If There's One Thing That A Study Of History Has Taught Us, It Is That Things Can Always Get Worse.

I Loved The Sound Of The Words, Even If I Was Not Entirely Sure What All Of Them Meant.

People Populate The Darkness; With Ghosts, With Gods, With Electrons, With Tales.

I Watched My Life As If It Were Happening To Someone Else. My Son Died. And I Was Hurt, But I Watched My Hurt, And Even Relished It, A Little, For Now I Could Write A Real Death, A True Loss. My Heart Was Broken By My Dark Lady, And I Wept, In My Room, Alone; But While I Wept, Somewhere Inside I Smiled.