Hope Is A Punishable Offense.

The Humble Were The Elect Of God. Did Not The Priests Teach So, In Their Gemmed, Kingly Robes, From Their Towering Pulpits?

When I Started As A Writer, I Knew Nothing About Publishing-nothing About Anything!

It Was Not Apathy. It Was An Intelligent Disinterest In Those Things That Could Have No Bearing On One's Existence.

Maidens Who Stay Maidens Turn Into Saints. Old Women Become Sorceresses. Tough Jobs, Both Of These.

I Think Of Myself As A Storyteller, And That Is It.