We Live In An Age Of Rapid

I Don’t Want Your Candor. I Want Your Soul In A Silver Thimble.

Look Past The Violence. There Is A Wonderful Brimming Spirit Of Innocence And Fun.

Everything I've Stated May Prove To Be Total Poppycock.... Perhaps Time Will Tell. Perhaps Time Will Do Nothing Of The Kind.

I Am Not Comfortable With Abstract Writing, Stories That Look Like Essays: You Have To See, I Need To See.

I Felt Joyce Was An Influence On My Fiction, But In A Very General Way, As A Kind Of Inspiration And A Model For The Beauty Of Language.