Write. Don't talk about writing. Don't tell me about your wonderful story ideas. Don't give me a bunch of "somedays." Plant your ass and scribble, type, keyboard. If you have any talent at all, it will leak out despite your failure to pay attention in English.

Evil is relative…You can’t hang a sign on it. You can’t touch it or taste it or cut it with a sword. Evil depends on where you are standing, pointing your indicting finger.

If one chooses sides on emotion then the rebel is the guy to go with. He is fighting for everything men claim to honour, freedom, independance, truth, the right.......all the subjective illusions. All the eternal trigger words. We are minions of the villan of the piece. We confess the illusion and deny the substance.

Any man who barely sustains an armistice with himself has no business poking around in an alien soul.

. . .and the thing that you know to be true is the lie that will kill you.

Even when we know things, sometimes it takes words to make them concrete.

A world ought to have a few genuine good guys, and not just a spectrum of people running from bad to worse.