During The Act Of Writing I Have

Learning When 'enough Is Enough' Is The Discipline Of A Lifetime.

Who Wanted To Creep Along In Comfort When There Was One Chance In A Thousand Of Flying?

I Work Continuously Within The Shadow Of Failure. For Every Novel That Makes It To My Publisher's Desk, There Are At Least Five Or Six That Died On The Way. And Even With The Ones I Do Finish, I Think Of All The Ways They Might Have Been Better.

I Believe That Dreams Transport Us Through The Underside Of Our Days, And That If We Wish To Become Acquainted With The Dark Side Of What We Are, The Signposts Are There, Waiting For Us To Translate Them.

Life Is A Disease.