Life wasn't about becoming, was it? It was about being.

(although anyone with half a brain must surely be mired in existential gloom all the time)

Alternate history fascinates me, as it fascinates all novelists, because 'What if?' is the big thing.

Men had no purpose on earth whereas women were gods walking unrecognized among them.

Probably not needing to be published would give me more time to think about a book.

I was on the verge of something numinous and profound and in one more second the universe was going to crack open and arcana would rain down on my head like grace and all the cosmic mysteries were going to be revealed.

In the end, it is my belief, words are the only things that can construct a world that makes sense.