Oh, Love. Love Is Best Of All.

Are Not All Loves Secretly The Same? A Hundred Flowers Sprung From A Single Root.

I Submitted Manuscripts To Publishers. This Was Not So Much A Feeling That I Should Be Published As A Wish To Escape The Feared And Hated Drudgery Of Normal Work.

Archetypes Are Universal, And, In Subtle Or Extravagant Ways, Interchangeable.

I Like Writing About Women, Weak And Strong, Pathetic And Heroic. I Like Writing About Men, Ditto. And All The Variants Of Men And Women, Beasts And Demons.

If They Had Said My Writing Wasn't Good Enough, Fair Enough, That's An Opinion. But To Say It's Too Complex Is To Insult The Intelligence Of The So-called Young.