Fate Isn't Some Middle-aged Man With A

The Facts Of His Existence Are Plain. I Know That He Will Never Silence Those Unspeakable Voices. He Heard How People Killed, And How They Died And Their Voices Infected Him, Coursed Through His Body, Poisoned Him. He Didn't Know How To Turn Off The Noise, Or Turn The Hate Back Out Onto The World Like The Rest Of Us. He Turned It On Himself. You Could See That From The Scars On Him.

While Working In Advertising, I Channelled My Creative Energy Into Elaborate Escape Fantasies: Cake Making, Dog Breeding, The Peace Corps.

Self-knowledge Is Essential Not Only To Writing, But To Doing Almost Anything Really Well. It Allows You To Work Through From A Deep Place - From The Deep, Dark Corners Of Your Subconscious Mind.

If There Was Ever A More Perfect Day In The History Of Time It Isn't One I've Heard About.

Things Happen And Once They Start Happening You Pretty Much Just To Hold On For Dear Life And See Where They Drop You When They Stop.