Wash The Bones, Bring The Body, Leave

We're All Entitled To Our Superstitions.

I Grew Up In Cyprus And Egypt, These Fantastic Places I Remember Fondly.

When I Hit A Block, Regardless Of What I Am Writing, What The Subject Matter Is, Or What's Going On In The Plot, I Go Back And I Read Pablo Neruda's Poetry. I Don't Actually Speak Spanish, So I Read It Translation. But I Always Go Back To Neruda. I Don't Know Why, But It Calms Me, Calms My Brain.

What Inspires Me Most To Write Is The Act Of Traveling.

The Dead Are Celebrated. The Dead Are Loved. They Give Something To The Living. Once You Put Something Into The Ground, Doctor, You Always Know Where To Find It.