I Am Amiable. Vague. Puzzled. Messy-haired.

And Sometimes When You Fall... You Fly...

The Converse Held Reassuringly True: Daylight Was Safe. Daylight Was Always Safe.

So, If A City Has A Personality, Maybe It Also Has A Soul. Maybe It Dreams.

People Talk About Books That Write Themselves, And It's A Lie. Books Don't Write Themselves. It Takes Thought And Research And Backache And Notes And More Time And More Work Than You'd Believe.

I'd Love To Write Some Porn, But I Don't Know If I Have The Right Engines. When I Was A Young Man And I Was Tempted To Write Porn, Imaginary Parents Would Appear Over My Shoulder And Read What I Was Writing; Just About The Point That I Managed To Banish The Imaginary Parents, Real Children Would Lean Over My Shoulder And Read What I Was Writing.