I Slept For Four Years. I Didn't

It Is Interesting ... How Weapons Reflect The Soul Of The Maker.

Brilliant People Never Think Of The Lives They Smash, Being Brilliant.

We Commit Our Crimes At Night And Reveal Ourselves In The High Noon Of Studio Lights.

First You Look For Discipline And Control. You Want To Exercise Your Will, Bend The Language Your Way, Bend The World Your Way. You Want To Control The Flow Of Impulses, Images, Words, Faces, Ideas. But There's A Higher Place, A Secret Aspiration. You Want To Let Go. You Want To Lose Yourself In Language, Become A Carrier Or Messenger.

Naturally A Direct Comparison Of Terrorist And Novelist Is Complete Nonsense. But There Was Once A Time When The Novelist Also Had Some Influence On How His Contemporaries Thought, The Way They Saw The World, The Way They Lived.