Then, Are You Master Of

‎there's No Way To Cheat A Sensualist Like Me, Somebody Who Can Die Laughing For Hours Over The Pattern Of The Carpet In A Hotel Lobby.

Suppose Death Had A Heart To Love And To Release You, To Whom Would He Turn This Passion, Would You Chose A Person From The Crowd There. A Person To Suffer As You Suffer.

Obsession Led Me To Write. It's Been That Way With Every Book I've Ever Written. I Become Completely Consumed By A Theme, By Characters, By A Desire To Meet A Challenge.

Being Liberated Means Reading What You Want To Read, And Fantasizing About What You Want To Fantasize About.

You Think I Live In The Past. You Don't Understand That I Actually Change With Every Era, I Always Have As Best I Can