Horror Films Do Not Prepare Us For

When A Novel Comes, It's A Grace. Something In The Cosmos Has Forgiven You Long Enough So That You Can Start.

Writing Can Wreck Your Body. You Sit There On The Chair Hour After Hour And Sweat Your Guts Out To Get A Few Words.

The Private Terror Of The Liberal Spirit Is Invariably Suicide, Not Murder.

You Never Do Find Out What Makes You Tick, And After A While It's Unimportant.

The Final Purpose Of Art Is To Intensify, Even, If Necessary, To Exacerbate, The Moral Consciousness Of People.