A world grows up around me. Am I shaping it, or do its predetermined contours guide my hand?

Since mankind's dawn, a handful of oppressors have accepted the responsibility over our lives that we should have accepted for ourselves. By doing so, they took our power. By doing nothing, we gave it away. We've seen where their way leads, through camps and wars, towards the slaughterhouse.

Madness is the emergency exit. You can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. Forever.

I'm not a particularly dark individual. I have my moments, it's true, but I do have a sense of humor.

A world grows up around me. Am I shaping it, or do its predetermined contours guide my hand?

There's been a growing dissatisfaction and distrust with the conventional publishing industry, in that you tend to have a lot of formerly reputable imprints now owned by big conglomerates.

I have so very much. I have so very little.