I'm Honest. It's The World That's Awful.

Sometimes I Think Everyone Is Just Pretending To Be Brave, And None Of Us Really Are. Maybe Pretending Is How You Get Brave, I Don't Know.

The White Horse And The Black One Wheeled Like Lovers At A Harvest Dance, The Riders Throwing Steel In Place Of Kisses.

Ofttimes A Very Small Man Can Cast A Very Large Shadow.

Death Is So Terribly Final, While Life Is Full Of Possibilities.

I Believe That A Writer Learns From Every Story He Writes, And When You Try Different Things, You Learn Different Lessons. Working With Other Writers, As In Hollywood Or In A Shared World Series, Will Also Strengthen Your Skills, By Exposing You To New Ways Of Seeing The Work, And Different Approaches To Certain Creative Challenges.