Books smell and feel better. They have that wonderful thingness of turning the pages.

As for thinking time versus writing time, well, that's up to you. But - and I wish it were otherwise - books don't get written by thinking about them, they get written by writing them. And that's when you make discoveries about what you're writing. That's when you get the happy accidents.

You can't run away from home without destroying somebody's world.

Mostly you are what they think you are.

Touched by her fingers, the two surviving chocolate people copulate desperately, losing themselves in a melting frenzy of lust, spending the last of their brief borrowed lives in a spasm of raspberry cream and fear.

You shine like a beacon in a dark world.

I've learned over the years that everything is more or less the same amount of work, so you may as well set your sights high and try and do something really cool.