You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

We Must Be What We Are, Or We Become Our Enemies.

... Everyone Knew That All Islands Were Worlds Unto Themselves, That To Come To An Island Was To Come To Another World.

Dave Hung Up. And Unplugged The Phone. With A Fierce And Bitter Pain He Stared At It, Watching How, Over And Over Again, It Didn't Ring.

As Many Have Noted, The Peril For Authors Is That Our Work Space Is Too Easily Our Play Space.

After A While, You Start To Realize That You Should Write A Book You Would Want To Read. I Try To Write A Book I Would Enjoy.