Black As Night And As Beautiful As

To Write Is Human, To Edit Is Divine.

He Would Write It For The Reason He Felt That All Great Literature, Fiction And Nonfiction, Was Written: Truth Comes Out, In The End It Always Comes Out. He Would Write It Because He Felt He Had To.

I Never Have A Thematic Intention At The Outset. The Story Informs The Theme For Me Rather Than The Other Way Around. But As It Happens... This Is, At Least To A Degree, About Getting Old And The Rapid Passage Of Our Lives.

It Was As Hysterical As A Woman Having A Hot Flash.

Dolls With No Little Girls Around To Mind Them Were Sort Of Creepy Under Any Conditions.