Online Communities Are An Expression Of Loneliness.

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

The Battle Of Good And Evil Reduced To A Fat Woman Standing In Front Of A Chocolate Shop, Saying, Will I? Won’t I? In Pitiful Indecision.

I Love It When My Books Cause Controversy, When People Argue Violently About The Ending.

Children Are Knives, My Mother Once Said. They Don’t Mean To, But They Cut. And Yet We Cling To Them, Don’t We, We Clasp Them Until The Blood Flows.

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