Our Heaven Is Their Hell, Said God.

She Had Her Reasons. Not That They Were The Same As Anybody Else's Reasons.

In My Dreams Of This City I Am Always Lost.

I'm Not An Activist By Nature. I Am Suspicious Of Utopian Thinking And Equally Suspicious Of Its Alternate. I Would Prefer To Stay In The Writing Burrow And Play With My Imaginary Friends And Enemies. I Get Sucked Into These Things.

If You Get Hungry Enough, They Say, You Start Eating Your Own Heart.

It Doesn't Really Matter What "genre" Your Book Is. What Matters Is That It's A Good Book Of Its Kind. Whatever That Kind May Be.