When tempest tossed, embrace chaos

If you want to publish two books a year under your own name and your publisher doesn't, maybe you need a different publisher.

I admit to having an imagination feverish enough to melt good judgment.

The hands of every clock are shears, trimming us away scrap by scrap, and every time piece with a digital readout blinks us towards implosion.

Shakespeare again. Once you let him into your head, he takes up tenancy and will not leave.

I have learned a great deal from novels. Some of it is even true.

Even in the darkest moments, light exists if you have faith to see it.