I feel that I am doing the minimum amount of damage to other possibilities that may take place in a reader's head.
Vice is nice, but a little virtue won't hurt you.
There was a young lady named Mae Who smoked without stopping all day; As pack followed pack, Her lungs first turned black, And eventually rotted away.
What is, is, and what might have been could never have existed.
To take my work seriously would be the height of folly.
I am a person before I am anything else. I never say I am a writer. I never say I am an artist...I am a person who does those things.