One likes to think one grows as a writer as one ages, else all you get is an old young writer. Beyond that is the changing landscape of the universe and the stories I choose to tell.

ATLANTA NIGHTS is sure to please the reader who enjoys this sort of thing.

Neal had a couple of good ideas and they fit nicely, so that's the way I decided to go.

You can only have one first born child. You may love all your children deeply and with passion, but there is something unique about the first born.

The issue of the Betrayal was so central to that, I felt the need to comment upon it. My choices were to ignore the games and put them 'outside' of continuity or to integrate them. I chose the latter.

I know you'll think this odd, but I find it strangely exhilarating not knowing what's coming next.

There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want love so much, we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times, we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, "There is something about you I cherish." It doesn't entail marriage, or even physical love. There's love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of people. All different, all love.