What matters is discovering myself under the veneer, under the layers that are wrapped around me. There are two 'yous'; there's 'you', the real you, and then there's the image.

And does man simply choose evil, or does he create it?

Adrenaline dulls reason; panic kills it.

Come hither, my dear. Come hither, that I mightest protectest thou!

I always managed to get in trouble, like every kid. But I had to learn a lot of hard lessons on my own, without parents who would nurture me and guard me through that part of life, at a very young age.

It was there, beyond the skin of this world, that a cure of ugliness could be found.

All my books are very spiritual. I started out writing what was most natural to me, many years ago, which is religious, because I grew up in the jungle, the son of missionaries. I want to know, is God real? What's a priest's role?