The Only Magic We Have Is What

... Survival Is The Least Of My Desires.

Writing Is The Only Way I Know To Demand Justice From An Uncaring Universe.

What's The Best Thing You Can Do For Your Writing? Construct A Boring Life.

I Was Born In 1949, And By The Time I Was 10, I Figured Out That My Hope Chest Was Not Aimed In The Same Direction Everybody Else's Was. And That Life Was Going To Be Very, Very Complicated. And That I Could Either Be Provocative And Declamatory, Or Shy, Retiring And Scared.

I Was Born Trash In A Land Where The People All Believe Themselves Natural Aristocrats.