Suicidal Glory Is The Luxury Of The

I've Described My Usual Writing Process As Scrambling From Peak To Peak On Inspiration Through Foggy Valleys Of Despised Logic. Inspiration Is Better When You Can Get It.

When I Go Down Into The Ground At Last, As God Is My Judge, I Pray My Best-beloved May Have Better To Say Of Me Than, "he Didn't Hit Me."

Growing Up, I Have Discovered Over Time, Is Rather Like Housework: Never Finished.

The Dead Cannot Cry Out For Justice. It Is A Duty Of The Living To Do So For Them.

A True Vor, Miles Told Himself Severely, Does Not Bury His Face In His Liegewoman's Breasts And Cry--even If He Is At A Convenient Height For It.