I Like Films, Or Some Films, And

Archetypes Are Universal, And, In Subtle Or Extravagant Ways, Interchangeable.

A Rose By Any Other Name Would Get The Blame For Being What It Is-- The Colour Of A Kiss, The Shadow Of A Flame. A Rose May Earn Another Name, So Call It Love; So Call It Love I Will, And Love Is Like The Sea, Which Changes Constantly, And Yet Is Still The Same.

I Simply Write What I Want, Wish, Long To Write.... The State Of Human Life And The God Or Demon Within. The Constant Internal War That Being Alive Can Conjure.

Your Dreams Will Betray You. Go Nowhere On A Horse That Fades.

When I Started As A Writer, I Knew Nothing About Publishing-nothing About Anything!