I Wanted To Write A Big Novel,

I Would Choose Freedom Over Comfort Every Time.

His Time Was Past, Her Handmaid Irri Declared. No Man Should Live Longer Than His Teeth.

The Distinction Between Literary And Genre Fiction Is Stupid And Pernicious. It Dates Back To A Feud Between Robert Louis Stevenson And Henry James. James Won, And It Split Literature Into Two Streams. But It's A Totally False Dichotomy.

The Years Leech At A Man's Memories, Even Those He Has Vowed Never To Forget.

Kings Are Falling Like Leaves This Autumn.