Being With People Makes Me

I Can See In Your Eyes That There’s No Seam Of Untapped Joy Left In You. The Best Of Life Has Come And Gone. Those Days When Sudden Epiphanies Swept Over You, And You Had Visions Of The Rightness Of All Things And Of Your Place Amongst Them; They’re History. You’re In A Darker Place Now.

Midian Is Where The Monsters Go.

We Always Think We Are Right, And - Search As I Have - There Is No Evil Under The Sun That Somebody Somewhere Won't Argue Is Actually A Good, No Idiocy That Hasn't Got Its Perfectly Serious Defenders, And No Tyrant, Past Or Present - No Matter How Bloody - Without Some Bunch Of Zealot Schmucks To Defend Him Or His Reputation Till The Last Breath In Their Bodies - Or Preferably Somebody Else's.

Make Your Own Worlds. Make Your Own Laws. Make Your Own Creations, Your Own Star Systems. Don't Feel Answerable To Anyone, Or As Though You Have To Create After Some Preordained Model. You Don't Have To Write Like Myself, Or King Or Anne Rice: Be Yourself. Nothing Is More Wonderful Than Discovering A New Voice, Particularly If It Happens To Be Your Own.

A Monster Lies In Wait In Me,a Stew Of Wounds And Misery.but Fiercer Still In Life And Limb,the Me That Lies In Wait In Him