I Am Very Selfish, Really. I Lived

The Nineties, Ecstatic Decade!

But Surely To Tell These Tall Tales And Others Like Them Would Be To Spread The Myth, The Wicked Lie, That The Past Is Always Tense And The Future, Perfect.

He Had Her In His Heart, But Not Always In His Mind.

The Very Reason I Write Is So That I Might Not Sleepwalk Through My Entire Life.

I Just Realized Quite Early On That I'm Not Going To Be The Type Who Can Write A Novel Every Two Years. I Think You Need To Feel An Urgency About The Act. Otherwise, When You Read It, You Feel No Urgency, Either. So I Don't Write Unless I Really Feel I Need To, And That's A Luxury.