What You Write Chooses You.

I Didn't Want Readers To Have To Make Allowances For What They Couldn't See, But To Be Able To Say To Themselves That The Fabric Of The Magic Detailed Was Perfectly Believable.

I Might Add That You Change As A Person As You Grow Older, So You Change As A Writer, Too.

Genocide Is Like A Dessert. It Is Made Of The Flesh And Bones Of Woman And Children, It Is Sweetened With The Blood Of The Innocent, And It Is Baked In The Ovens Of Auschwitz. There Were Truths To Be Learnt And There Was Wisdom To Be Gained... But There Was A Price To To Be Paid As Well. You Could Not Brush Up Against The Future And Escape Unscathed. You Could Not See Into The Forbidden And Avoid Damage To Your Sight.

The Reader Wants To See Something Happen Between Pages One And Four Hundred, And Nothing Happens If The Characters Don't Change.

If I Have The Means, I Have The Responsibility To Employ Them.