Renounce Love And You Can Achieve Demonic

Every Now And Then Life Sold You An Illusion Of Design. A Coincidence, A Parallel, A Sledgehammer Symbol. The Goods Were Always Faulty. You Forked Over The Cash Only To Discover They'd Fallen Apart By The Time You Got Home. But Life Kept At It. Life Couldn't Help It. Life Was A Compulsive Salesman.

I'm With Milton And The Rolling Stones: I Don't Find The Devil An Unsympathetic Character. But In Any Case, My Fiction Is Populated As Much By People Who Do Good As It Is By Those Who Do Bad. I'm Interested In Imaginatively Accommodating As Much Of The Human As Possible, For Which You Need Both Moral Extremes And Everything In Between.

Just Because Life's Meaningless Doesn't Mean We Can't Experience It Meaningfully.

We’re The Worst Thing Because For Us The Worst Thing Is The Best Thing. And It’s Only The Best Thing For Us If It’s The Worst Thing For Someone Else.

The First Horror Is There's Horror. The Second Is You Accommodate It.