And I wonder if there is really any point to what I'm doing, or what I'm supposed to make of a world where a man can get rich playing "let's pretend
Humans were built to look back; that's why we have that swivel joint in our necks
The town kept its secrets, and the Marsten House brooded over it like a ruined king.
I never met a writer who wasn't lazy.
I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose.
I always drank, from when it was legal for me to drink. And there was never a time for me when the goal wasn't to get as hammered as I could possibly afford to. I never understood social drinking, that's always seemed to me like kissing your sister.