But The First Lie In

When I Finish A First Draft, It's Always Just As Much Of A Mess As It's Always Been. I Still Make The Same Mistakes Every Time.

Love Is Like Falconry," He Said. "don't You Think That's True, Cleveland?" "never Say Love Is Like Anything." Said Cleveland. "it Isn't.

Every Messiah Fails, The Moment He Tries To Redeem Himself.

Horror Grows Impatient, Rhetorically, With The Stoic Fatalism Of Ecclesiastes. That We Are All Going To Die, That Death Mocks And Cancels Every One Of Our Acts And Attainments And Every Moment Of Our Life Histories, This Knowledge Is To Storytelling What Rust Is To Oxidation; The Writer Of Horror Holds With Those Who Favor Fire. The Horror Writer Is Not Content To Report On Death As The Universal System Of Human Weather; He Or She Chases Tornadoes. Horror Is Stoicism With A Taste For Spectacle.

When Some Drunken Fool Asked If She Was A Lesbian, She Would Say, 'in Everything But Sexual Preference.