Without Story Books Is Like A Person

Dead Was The Gift That Kept On Giving. Dead, Like Diamonds, Was Forever.

I'm Not The First Person To Have Said This - No Writer Ever Feels That The Execution Of A Book Lives Up To The Idea For That Book. The Execution Always Falls Short.

I Was Built With A Love Of The Night And The Unquiet Coffin.

They Had Discovered One Could Grow As Hungry For Light As For Food.

Oh Christ, He Groaned To Himself, If This Is The Stuff Adults Have To Think About I Never Want To Grow Up