I had to write about realistic circumstances. Thats the way my brain works. And I think that gave me a sort of place in the field.

Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled.

In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming.

How long did it take for a past to die?

Now when I die, I shall only be dead.

If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives.

I think we're yearning for something beyond the every day. And I will tell you that I don't believe in the supernatural, I believe in the supernormal. To me there is nothing that goes against nature. If it seems incomprehensible, it's because we haven't been able to understand it yet.