Writers don't write to inform other people, they write to find out something themselves.

Depending on the reality one must face, one may prefer to opt for illusion.

Ours was not a political household, when I was growing up.

The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together.

And if you ever do a survey, you'll find that people prefer illusion to reality, ten to one. Twenty, even.

I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and Im enjoying it.

Make notes—I’ve lost more material than I’ve ever written. Contrary to popular opinion, it’s not still up there in one’s brain. It’s in outer space and it ain’t coming back.