Mobs Have Passions, Not Brains.

I Knew That I Wanted To Be A Writer Even Before I Knew Exactly What Being A Writer Entailed

Doing A Life Study While Drunk And In The Process Of Being Seduced Is Never A Formula For Quality Art.

Speaking As A Novelist Myself, I Know That Members Of Our Profession Live In Our Imaginations As Much Or More As We Inhabit What People Call 'the Real World.

We Are All Eaters Of Souls.

The Powerful Have Received Their Share Of The World's Attention Even When Their Power Has Been Shown As Sheer Evil. The Victim's Remain The Faceless Masses. Numbers. Mass Graves. These Monsters Have Fertilized Our Century With The Mass Graves Of Their Victims And It Is Time That The Powerless Had Names And Faces -- And Voices.