Anywhere that I can't check my email is a good place to write!

Walk any path in Destiny's garden, and you will be forced to choose, not once but many times.

Rain in the graveyard, and the world puddled into blurred reflections.

Some of us claim that he was a messiah, and some think that he was just a man with very special powers. But that misses the point. Whatever he was, he changed the world.

Why are we talking about this good and evil? They're just names for sides. We know that.

So I went out and bought myself a copy of the Writer and Artist Yearbook, bought lots of magazines and got on the phone and talked to editors about ideas for stories. Pretty soon I found myself hired to do interviews and articles and went off and did them.

I don't know much more than I did when I was alive. Most of the stuff I know now that I didn't know then I can't put into words.