Im writing what comes into my head, or through me, or from somewhere else, and it is the most extraordinary, exciting thing. I love it, and Im very greedy, and I really enjoy it!

Writing is writing, and stories are stories. Perhaps the only true genres are fiction and nonfiction. And even there, who can be sure?

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

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

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.

Whatever the hell I am, I am Me.

Your dreams will betray you. Go nowhere on a horse that fades.