What A Paragon Of Virtue You Are,

I Am, When You Stop To Think Of It, A Member Of A Fairly Select Group: The Final Handful Of American Novelists Who Learned To Read And Write Before They Learned To Eat A Daily Helping Of Video Bullshit.

Somebody Said The Prospect Of Eminent Death Has A Wonderful Clarifying Effect On The Mind. And I Don't Know If That's True, But I Do Think It Probably Causes Some Changes, Some Evolution In The Way A Person Works. But On A Day-by-day Basis, I Just Still Enjoy Doing What I'm Doing.

He Thrusts His Fists Against The Posts And Still Insists He Sees The Ghosts.

People Seem To Think There's A Magic Formula To Writing, I Just Write 1 Word At A Time.

There's Nothing Like Stories On A Windy Night When Folks Have Found A Warm Place In A Cold World.