For Civilization To Survive, The Human Race

In Eleven Or Twelve Years Of Writing, Mike, I Can Lay Claim To At Least This: I Have Never Written Beneath Myself. I Have Never Written Anything That I Didn't Want My Name Attached To. I Have Probed Deeper In Some Scripts And I've Been More Successful In Some Than Others. But All Of Them That Have Been On, You Know, I'll Take My Lick. They're Mine And That's The Way I Wanted Them.

Why Do I Write? I Guess That's Been Asked Of Every Writer. I Don't Know. It Isn't Any Massive Compulsion.

Imagination... Its Limits Are Only Those Of The Mind Itself.

If You Write Beautifully, You Write Beautifully, That's All.

Somewhere Between Apathy And Anarchy Lies The Thinking Human Being.