I'm Sick Of This. Call Me What

Never Before Had She Seen Such Creatures, Though They Looked Much Live Very Large, Very Shaggy White Goats. Thin Black Horns Punctuated The Top Of Their Long Faces. You Look Like A Collection Of Grandfathers, She Thought, Amused.

I've Written Short Stories In First Person, But You Have So Much More Control Writing In Third Person. Third Person, You Know What Everybody's Thinking. First Person Is Very Limiting, And I Could Never Sustain A First Person Novel Before.

Raoul: Age And Treachery! Neal: Youth And Skill!

Threats Are The Last Resort Of A Man With No Vocabulary.

I Said I Fell Down. Ah. The Ground Bloodied Your Nose, Split Yer Lip, And Punched Ye In Th' Eye, All At Once. I Said I Don't Want To Talk About It.