The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel. I broke something, Old Man. How badly is it broken? It's in a million little pieces. I'm afraid I can't help you. Why? There's nothing you can do. Why? It can't be fixed. Why? It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.

I'm writing books. They're still a mix of fact and fiction and will continue to be. I think it's an interesting place to work.

That's what ever great writer, I believe, has done over the course of time - is they've figured out new ways of telling the same stories.

I am aware that the battle I am fighting is a petty one, but I am also aware that in order to win that which is great, you must first win that which is small.

The wounds that never heal can only be mourned alone.

People call me all sorts of things. I don't even care what they call me.

Are we biology or God or something higher? I know my heart beats and I listen to it. The beat is biology, but what is the song?