What You Don’t Know, You Can’t Tell.

Death Is A Mystery, And Burial Is A Secret.

That's Something That Is Almost Accidental At The Beginning Of A Career, But The More You Write, The More Trained You Are To Recognize The Little Signals.

You Must Not Come Lightly To The Blank Page.

He Was A Clot Looking For A Place To Happen, A Splinter Of Bone Hunting A Soft Organ To Puncture, A Lonely Lunatic Cell Looking For A Mate - They Would Set Up Housekeeping And Raise Themselves A Cozy Little Malignant Tumor.

We Make Up Horrors To Help Us Cope With The Real Ones.