Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.

There seems to be no air in the air she breaths.

The idea that creative endeavor and mind-altering substances are entwined is one of the great pop-intellectual myths of our time.

So what, ghosts can't hurt you. That's what I thought then.

Stories are like relics, part of an undiscovered preexisting world. The writer's job is to use the tools in his or her toolbox to get as much of each one out of the ground intact as possible.

Understand death? Sure. That was when the monsters got you.

I'm afraid of all kinds of things. I'm afraid of failing at whatever story I'm writing - that it won't come up for me, or that I won't be able to finish it.