I Wanted To Write A Balls-to-the-wall Supernatural

He Looked To Her Like An Absurd Twentieth-century Hamlet, An Indecisive Figure So Mesmerized By Onrushing Tragedy That He Was Helpless To Divert Its Course Or Alter It In Any Way.

It Hurt, Of Course, But More Often Than Not The Best Things Do, I've Found.

To Write Is Human, To Edit Is Divine.

The Crazy People Of The World...shouldn't Get To Win. If God Won't Make It Better After They Do Have Their Shitty Little Victories, Then Ordinary People Have To. They Have To Try, At Least.

They're Animals, All Right. But Why Are You So Goddam Sure That Makes Us Human Beings?