I Really Believe Hatred Is

As A Monogamous Creature, I Feel Sometimes That It Fills Up A Function That Affairs Have In Married People's Life.

He Felt Full Of A Dense And Sour Substance That Was Blocking His Chest, And It Wasn't Grief. After All Those Years, Life Now Seemed Like No More Than A Trap, A Maze, Not Even A Maze, Just A Room That Was All Walls, No Door.

I Rarely Return To Characters. My Characters, At Least Most Of Them, Are Much More A Part Of That Superorganism That Is The Story Than Separate And Independent Creatures.

Apparently, I'm Very, Very Popular In Jails. They Often Ask Me To Come And Speak.

I Always Have A Story In My Head That Needs To Be Written, Or At Least I Think I Do. But I Usually Can't Find The Time To Write It.