We've had this date with each other from the beginning.

Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter, and none of those instincts are given much play at the warehouse!

At the age of fourteen I discovered writing as an escape from a world of reality in which I felt acutely uncomfortable.

The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.

I must endure & endure & still endure.

I'm tired and it's taking an increasing amount out of me, more than I have to give physically. And that's why I want to move to Sicily and buy that little farm and raise a flock of goats and geese. I find it peaceful ... and it would be a nice way to end life.

I don't want realism. I want magic!