Most of us don't have to worry about being shot of we poke our noses outside. So we are comfortable, but the people I'm writing about are definitely not comfortable, and being shot while they're still inside is a good possibility.

Tolerance, like any aspect of peace, is forever a work in progress, never completed, and, if we're as intelligent as we like to think we are, never abandoned.

But my problem with fantasy, and horror, and related genres, is that sometimes the problems are illogical.

I would never have been a good scientist - my attention span was too short for that.

He was like me - a kindred spirit crazy enough to keep on trying.

Souls! When have you seen your own soul - that you're so certain you have one?

What I'm working on now - I'm back to fantasy, although considering that it's me, I'm turning it into a kind of science fantasy. It's a vampire story - but my vampires are biological vampires. They didn't become vampires because someone bit them; they were born that way.