How Easy It Was To Lie When

One Blow In Anger [would] Kill, Probably, A Child From Aged Two To Eight. Those Over Eight Would Take Two Blows To Kill.

The Night Was A Time For Bestial Affinities, For Drawing Closer To Oneself.

Each Book Is, In A Sense, An Argument With Myself, And I Would Write It, Whether It Is Ever Published Or Not.

My Imagination Functions Much Better When I Don't Have To Speak To People.

Everything Human Is Alien To Me.