As A Fiction Writer, One

Working With Language Is A Means By Which We Can Identify The Bullshit Within Ourselves (and Others).

What Evil Does First In The World, Maybe, Is Distract Us From Our Pursuit Of Goodness.

As One Gets Older, This Question Of Death, Becomes More Vexing And Urgent.

I Think That Feels Like It To Me. I Mean Whenever You Talk About Writing I Think You Have To Remember That It All Has A Big Question Mark Over It - Every Word Has A Big Question Mark Over It.

So Here's Something I Know To Be True, Although It's A Little Corny, And I Don't Quite Know What To Do With It.