I Like To Dissect Girls. Did You

But... What About Us? What About The Past?" She Asks Blankly. "the Past Isn't Real. It's Just A Dream," I Say. "don't Mention The Past.

Every Book For Me Is An Exorcism In Some Way Or Another, Working Through My Feelings At The Time.

...if You're Alone Nothing Bad Can Happen To You.

All Of My Books Come From Pain.

The Images I Had Were Of People Being Driven Mad By Living In The City. Images Of Parents Who Were So Hungry And Unfulfilled That They Ate Their Own Children.