If Writing Novels Is Like

It's Good When Food Tastes Good, It's Kind Of Like Proof You're Alive.

You Know, The Usual Story. Once Upon A Time I Was Playing My Harp By A Spring When A Fairy Appeared Out Of Nowhere, Handed Me A Beretta Model 92, And Told Me To Shoot The White Rabbit Over There For Target Practice.

Sometimes We Don't Need Words. Rather, It's Words That Need Us.

You've Already Decided What You're Going To Do, And All That's Left Is To Set The Wheels In Motion. I Mean, It's Your Life. Basically, You Gotta Go With What You Think Is Right.

Time Flows In A Strange Way On Sundays.