Sure God created man before woman, but then again you always make a rough draft before creating the final masterpiece.

Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.

Henderson sighed. There was a time, he reflected, when the coming of this night meant something. A dark Europe, groaning in superstitious fear, dedicated this Eve to the grinning Unknown. A million doors had once been barred against the evil visitants, a million prayers mumbled, a million candles lit. There was something majestic about the idea, Henderson reflected.

I have the heart of a child. I keep it in a jar on my shelf.

I think perhaps all of us go a little crazy at times.

Sure God created man before woman, but then again you always make a rough draft before creating the final masterpiece.

So I had this problem -- work or starve. So I thought I'd combine the two and decided to become a writer.