The Best Fiction Stays With

No Matter How Grave The Secret, How Imperative Absolute Silence, Someone Would Always Feel The Urge To Confess, And An Unleashed Secret Is A Terrible Force.

We're All Entitled To Our Superstitions.

In My Earliest Memory, My Grandfather Is Bald As A Stone And He Takes Me To See The Tigers.

I Like Dark Subject Matter. I'm Not Sure What That Means About Me!

Death Should Be Celebrated...when You Put Something In The Ground You Always Know Where It Is