... Suicide Gets In The Air Sometimes.

When All Else Fails, Give Up And Go To The Library.

I Try To Create Sympathy For My Characters, Then Turn The Monsters Loose.

Stories Are Relics, Part Of An Undiscovered Pre-existing World.

No, It's Not A Very Good Story - Its Author Was Too Busy Listening To Other Voices To Listen As Closely As He Should Have To The One Coming From Inside.

The Town Has A Sense, Not Of History, But Of Time, And The Telephone Poles Seem To Know This. If You Lay Your Hand Against One, You Can Feel The Vibration From The Wires Deep Within The Wood, As If Souls Had Been Imprisoned In There And Were Struggling To Get Out.