I have grown into a Bestsellasaurus Rex - a big, stumbling book-beast that is loved when it shits money and hated when it tramples houses... I started out as a storyteller; along the way I became an economic force.

The loss of memory isn't always the problem; sometimes--maybe even often--it's the solution.

If I can get it down on paper without puking all over the word processor, then as far as I'm concerned, it's fit to see the light of day.

Story is honorable and trustworthy; plot is shifty, and best kept under house arrest.

Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.

All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.

Reading is the creative center of a writer's life." -