God and the afterlife and all that is certainly a subject that's interested me, and I think it interests me more the older that I get.

You have to go where the book leads you.

Yet suppose further. Suppose that all worlds, all universes, met at a single nexus, a single pylon, a Tower. And within it, a stairway, perhaps rising to the Godhead itself. Would you dare climb to the top, gunslinger? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality, there exists a room?...' You dare not.' And in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: You dare not.

Acknowledge your good fortune by sharing it.

You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or despair ... Come to it any way but lightly.

In many ways, Eulah-Beulah prepared me for literary criticism. After having a two-hundred-pound babysitter fart on your face and yell Pow!, The Village Voice holds few terrors.

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.