And Indeed, I Am A Warmhearted And

I Grew Up During The Cold War, When Everything Seemed Very Tenuous. For Many Years, Right Up Until The Fall Of The Berlin Wall, I Had Vivid Nightmares Of Nuclear Apocalypse.

The World Was A World Of Dreaming Souls Who Could Not Die.

It Happened Fast. Thirty-two Minutes For One World To Die, Another To Be Born.

One Thing That Worried Me Was How Writers Get Categorized And So They End Up Having To Write The Same Kind Of Book Again And Again. That Is Fine If It Is What You Want To Do, But I Would Rather Be Locked In The Trunk Of My Car With A Weasel Than Write The Same Book Every Three Years Until I Die.

Because That's What Heaven Is...it's Opening The Door Of A House In Twilight And Everyone You Love Is There.