Randomness I Love. And I

I Found Out About Reviews Early On. They're Mostly Written By Sad Men On Bad Afternoons. That's Probably Why I'm Less Angry Than Some Writers, Who Are So Narcissistic They Consider Every Line Of Every Review, Even A Thoughtful One, As Major Treason.

My Best Stories Come Out Of Nowhere, With No Concern For Form At All.

Voice Comes To You Through A Spell, A Trance. The Best Voices Are Not You... They're A Little Away From You.

A Writers Job Is To Destroy And Then To Build The Thing Back Up Again By A Chosen Means.

What A Bog And Labyrinth The Human Essence Is... We Are All Overbrained And Overemotioned.