My Father Has Always Been The Heart

If A Man Lived Long Enough, His Past Would Always Overtake Him, No Matter How Fast He Ran Or How Morally He Tried To Live Subsequently. And How Men Dealt With That Law Ultimately Revealed Their True Natures.

A Lot Of My Books Have Been That Way. My World War Ii Thriller About Sarin Gas [black Cross] Was Published Two Months Before The Sarin Attack In The Japanese Subway. There Are Very Weird Coincidences Out There. And I Do Have One Surefire Plot I Have Not And Probably Never Will Write, Because Of My Fear Someone Will Carry It Out.

My Mother, A Teacher, Encouraged Me To Use My Creativity As An Actual Way To Make A Living, And My Father, A Mississippi Physician, Did Two Things. First, He Taught Me That All Human Beings Should Be Treated Equally Because No One Is Better Than Anyone Else, And He Never Pressured Me To Become A Doctor.

He Always Reminded Us That Every Atom In Our Bodies Was Once Part Of A Distant Star That Had Exploded. He Talked About How Evolution Moves From Simplicity Toward Complexity, And How Human Intelligence Is The Highest Known Expression Of Evolution. I Remember Him Telling Me That A Frog's Brain Is Much More Complex Than A Star. He Saw Human Consciousness As The First Neuron Of The Universe Coming To Life And Awareness. A Spark In The Darkness, Waiting To Spread To Fire.

I Have Not Written A Perfect Sentence, In The Literary Sense. It's A Lot Easier To Throw A Perfect Pass Than To Write A Perfect Sentence, If That Sentence Is Meant To Perform More Than A Mechanical Function.