Now I Think All Of Us Were

Stories Are Relics, Part Of An Undiscovered Pre-existing World.

I Don't Really Map Anything Out. I Just Let It Happen [while Writing]. But Once It Happens, It's Always There. If It's Laid, It's Played. If I Get To Page 300 And It's Not Working, I Junk It.

This Is How A Man Looks When He's Deciding That The Risk Of Death Is Better Than The Risk Of Change.

Dead Was The Gift That Kept On Giving. Dead, Like Diamonds, Was Forever.

C-c-can You Get Bones In Your Buh-buh-brain?' Bill Asked. This Was Turning Into The Most Interesting Conversation He'd Had In Weeks.