Have you ever had one of those days when something just seems to be trying to tell you somebody?

All writers have this vague hope that the elves will come in the night and finish any stories.

Is there any person in the world who does not dream? Who does not contain within them worlds unimagined?

It has been said that civilization is twenty-four hours and two meals away from barbarism.

I thought I was your destination. Looks like I was just another stop on the line.

I’m an author. We don’t want to lead. We don’t need to follow. We stay home and make stuff up and write it down and send it out into the world, and get inside people’s heads. Perhaps we change the world and perhaps we don’t. We never know. We just make stuff up.

I am fascinated a) by transgressive art and b) what happens beyond the boundaries.