Perhaps this is the purpose of all art, all writing, on the murders, fiction and non-fiction: Simply to participate.

If you're functional, it doesn't matter if you're mad.

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.

Love your rage, not your cage.

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.

To me, all creativity is magic. Ideas start out in the empty void of your head - and they end up as a material thing, like a book you can hold in your hand. That is the magical process. It's an alchemical thing. Yes, we do get the gold out of it but that's not the most important thing. It's the work itself.

Things are tough all over, cupcake, an' it rains on the just an' the unjust alike...except in California.