There Are Few Times That I Feel

An Hour Before His World Exploded Like A Ripe Tomato Under A Stiletto Heel, Myron Bit Into A Fresh Pastry That Tasted Suspiciously Like Urinal Cake.

When I Was Seventeen, I Worked As A Counsellor At A Co-ed Sleep-away Camp For Eight Weeks. I Loved It But It Could Be Harrowing - It Was Far Too Much Responsibility For Someone My Age.

Writers Always Say, 'i Always Knew I Wanted To Be A Writer; When I Was A Three-month-old Foetus A Pen Formed In My Hand And I Began To Scratch My First Story On The Inside Of My Mother's Womb.' I Started Later, In My Early Twenties.

...desperation Can Toy With You And If You Give Desperation Any Wiggle Room, It Will Find Alternative Answers

I'm The Jerry Lewis Of Crime Fiction.