One Man's Idea Of Perfect Order Is

If Edgar Allan Poe Were Alive Today, His Agent Would Be Constantly Slapping Him Upside The Head With Tightly Rolled Copies Of His Brilliant Short Stories And Novelettes, Yelling, 'full-length Novels, You Moron! Pay Attention! What's The Matter With You -- Are You Shooting Heroin Or Something? Write For The Market! No More Of This Midlength 'fall Of The House Of Usher' Crap

Although I've Said A Million Times That I'm Not A Horror Writer, I Do Like Horror.

Evil Was Coming. I Wondered Whose Face It Would Be Wearing.

There Are No Explanations For Human Evil. Only Excuses.

No, If There's Any Ultimate Redemption, It Would Be Because I Passed Though Your Life Without Scarring You, And Did Not Diminish Who You Are.