The Atheism And Nihilism Of My Earlier

You Are Alone When Something Like This Happens. Doesn't Matter How Many People Love You And Want To Help You. You Are Alone. When Marchent Died, She Was Alone.

I Don't Know Why One Author Writes Westerns While Another Writes Detective Novels. You Don't Know Why. You Go Where The Intensity Is. I Feel Most Comfortable Writing About Monsters. It's Possible That I Feel Like A Monster Myself. Or Maybe It's Because We All Have A Monster Inside Of Us, A Vampire, A Ghost, A Witch Or A Werewolf. You Do It Because It Works And It Feels Really Right And Authentic.

What I Have Always Wanted More Than Revenge Is To Bring The Other Person To Recognition Of The Pain They Caused, So They Essentially Say, "i Will Never Do That Again."

When I Realized That Reuben Was A Young Man Who Really Wanted To Be Taken Seriously, Because He Was Dismissed For Being Too Good Looking Or Because He Had Too Much Money - His Character Really Came To Life For Me. I Began To Understand That, And See That A Lot Of People Feel This Way - Misunderstood Because Of Their Talents Or Gifts Or Background.

Very Few Beings Really Seek Knowledge In This World. Mortal Or Immortal, Few Really Ask. On The Contrary, They Try To Wring From The Unknown The Answers They Have Already Shaped In Their Own Minds.