I Have A Tendency To Pick Up

I Liked Her Better For Showing A Little Spirit.

The Process Of Writing Is A Little Like Madness, A Kind Of Possession Not Altogether Benign.

To Be Closed From Everything, And Yet To Feel, To Think...this Is The Truth Of Hell, Stripped Of Its Gaudy Medievalisms. This Loss Of Contact.

Places Have Their Own Characters. . . . But The People Begin To Look The Same.

A Few Hundred Years Ago There Were No Differences Between Magic And Medicine.