Comparing what we're looking for misses the point. It's wanting to know that makes us matter. Otherwise we're going out the way we came in. That's why you can't believe in the afterlife, Valentine. Believe in the after, by all means, but not the life. Believe in God, the soul, the spirit, the infinite, believe in angels if you like, but not in the great celestial get-together for an exchange of views. If the answers are in the back of the book I can wait, but what a drag. Better to struggle on knowing that failure is final.

If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.

Responsibilities gravitate to the person who can shoulder them.

I'm offended by things and take pathetic little stands against them.

The media. It sounds like a convention of spiritualists.

Better a fallen rocket than never a burst of light.

I write fiction because it's a way of making statements I can disown.