The only characters I've made to resemble real people have been grotesques.
Consistency is the sign of a narrow mind.
Any man who barely sustains an armistice with himself has no business poking around in an alien soul.
I guess I suffer from an impoverishment of the sociopathic spirit necessary to go big time.
Even when we know things, sometimes it takes words to make them concrete.
Time will unfold its leaves.