I Am A Story Teller. If I

The Specters Feast As Vampires Feast On Blood, But The Specters’ Food Is Attention. A Conscious And Informed Interest In The World. The Immaturity Of Children Is Less Attractive To Them.

The Idea Hovered And Shimmered Delicately, Like A Soap Bubble, And She Dared Not Even Look At It Directly In Case It Burst. But She Was Familiar With The Way Of Ideas, And She Let It Shimmer, Looking Away, Thinking About Something Else.

Well, I Have An Idea, Usually A Visual Image Of Some Sort. A Setting. A Particular, I Don't Know, Urban Scene, A Particular Time Of Day. Something That Grips My Imagination For Some Reason.

You Speak Of Destiny As If It Was Fixed.

People Are Too Complicated To Have Simple Labels.