If The Stuff You're Writing Is Not

We're News Junkies In My House.

Just Remember That Dumbo Didn't Need The Feather; The Magic Was In Him.

I Am, When You Stop To Think Of It, A Member Of A Fairly Select Group: The Final Handful Of American Novelists Who Learned To Read And Write Before They Learned To Eat A Daily Helping Of Video Bullshit.

I Try To Create Sympathy For My Characters, Then Turn The Monsters Loose.

Being Sorry For Myself Is A Luxury I Can't Afford.