Death Means You Are In

I Don't See Novels Ending With Any Real Sense Of Closure.

All I Desired Was To Walk Upon Such An Earth That Had No Maps.

In The Book The Relationship With Katharine And Almasy Is Sort Of Only In The Patient's Mind.

Right Now, I Have No Idea What I Will Write Or If I Will Write Again.

Some People You Just Had To Embrace, In Some Way Or Another, Had To Bite Into The Muscle, To Remain Sane In Their Company. You Needed To Grab Their Hair And Clutch It Like A Drowner So They Would Pull You Into Their Midst. Otherwise They, Walking Casually Down The Street Towards You, Almost About To Wave, Would Leap Over A Wall And Be Gone For Months.