Writing Is Still My Main Career, But

Accident Is As Much A Part Of Fiction As Anything Else, Symbolic Of The Grace That, Along With Will, Conspires To Put Words On The Page.

If Nothing Is Random, And Everything Is Predetermined, How Can There Be Free Will? The Answer To That Is Simple. Nothing Is Predetermined; It Is Determined, Or Was Determined, Or Will Be Determined.

To See The Beauty Of The World Is To Put Your Hands On Lines That Run Uninterrupted Through Life And Through Death. Touching Them Is An Act Of Hope, For Perhaps Someone On The Other Side, If There Is Another Side, Is Touching Them, Too.

When Faced With Something I Fear, I Tend To Eat Spaghetti.

I Have Seen Lonely People Of Advancing Age, Yet As Constant As Angels, Keeping Faith To Those They Loved Who Fell In Wars That Current Generations, Not Having Known Them, Cannot Even Forget. The Sight Of Them Moving Hesitantly Among The Tablets And Crosses Is Enough To Break Your Heart.