I Am Not A Theologian

A Star Appeared...and Was Momentarily Eclipsed By Some Movement.

One Tries To Tell A Truth, And One Hopes That The Truth Has A General Application Rather Than Just A Specific One.

The Conch Exploded Into A Thousand White Fragments And Ceased To Exist.

The World, That Understandable And Lawful World, Was Slipping Away.

I Began To Write When I Was Seven, And I Have Been Writing Off And On Ever Since. It Is Still Off And On. You Can Say That When I Am On, When I Know I Have A Book Which I Am Going To Write, Then I Write Two Thousand Words A Day. That's So Many Pages Longhand.