To You Who Have Never Died, May

I Don't Take Accusations Of Selling Out Lightly.

I Really Believe That There Is An Enormous Appetite Amongst Readers For An Originality Of Vision. In Other Words, Be True To Your Own Dreams And There Will Always Be People Who Want To Hear Them.

Well, Here He Was. They Could Save Each Other, The Way The Poets Promised Lovers Should. He Was Mystery, He Was Darkness, He Was All She Had Dreamed Of. And If She Would Only Free Him He Would Service Her - Oh Yes - Until Her Pleasure Reached That Threshold That, Like All Thresholds, Was A Place Where The Strong Grew Stronger, And The Weak Perished. Pleasure Was Pain There, And Vice Versa. And He Knew It Well Enough To Call It Home.

True Joy Is A Profound Remembering; And True Grief The Same.

One Man's Pornography Is Another Man's Theology.