Writers Tell Stories Better, Because They've Had

Pirates Have Always Fascinated Me.

We All Have Our Dreams. May We Find Them, And God Have Mercy On Us When We Do.

It Was Not Apathy. It Was An Intelligent Disinterest In Those Things That Could Have No Bearing On One's Existence.

Madness. I Did Not Get Myself Born To Die. I Have Better Things To Do.

I Held Out My Book. It Was Precious To Me, As Were All The Things I'd Written; Even Where I Despised Their Inadequacy There Was Not One I Would Disown. Each Tore Its Way From My Entrails. Each Had Shortened My Life, Killed Me With Its Own Special Little Death.