Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.
Red Hook Road made me happy, and happy to be alive. It took me out of my home on the coast of South Carolina, placed me in the town along Red hook Road, and changed me the way good books always do.
I've always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.
My mother raised me to be a writer.
Fantasy is one of the soul's brighter porcelains.
My mother thought of my father as half barbarian and half blunt instrument, and she isolated him from his children.