My Books Are About Killing God.

Then She Was Pressing Her Little Proud Broken Self Against His Face, As Close As She Could Get, And Then They Died.

People Are Too Complicated To Have Simple Labels.

You'll Drift Apart, It's True, But You'll Be Out In The Open, Part Of Everything Alive Again.

For That Reason You Can't Write With Music Playing, And Anyone Who Says He Can Is Either Writing Badly, Or Not Listening To The Music, Or Lying. You Need To Hear What You're Writing, And For That You Need Silence

After Nourishment, Shelter And Companionship, Stories Are The Thing We Need Most In The World.