I never know where I am going, though. That is part of what makes it so wonderful. And after all, who does?

I began to feel lighthearted. Don't ever do that; it tempts some dark and evil force abroad in the universe.

It gets cold in the desert at night, particularly up in the mountains; the stars hammer on the rock and strike frost.

If they had said my writing wasn't good enough, fair enough, that's an opinion. But to say it's too complex is to insult the intelligence of the so-called young.

Im a devotee of Dracula, which was a pathfinder in horror and vampire fiction.

Robespierre, crippled and blind, has yet to be healed to the knowledge that service - his desire - is a deed of savage-speaking gentleness, not soft-spoken savagery.

I think of myself as a storyteller, and that is it.