I Don't Like Allegory.

In The Deepest Places, Where Physical Norms Collapse Under The Crushing Water, Bodies Still Fall Softly Through The Dark, Days After Their Vessels Have Capsized. They Decay On Their Long Journey Down. Nothing Will Hit The Black Sand At The Bottom Of The World But Algae-covered Bones.

...where's The Skill In Being A Hero If You Were Always Destined To Do It?

I'd Never Understood The Injunction Not To Regret Anything, Couldn't See How That Wasn't Cowardice.

I Differ With Myself Then Agree, Like The Rock That Was Broken And Cemented Together. I Change My Opinion.

The Best Way To Write A Novel Is To Do It Behind Your Own Back.