The Rich And Powerful Always Seem To

My Father Had Taught Me To Be Nice First, Because You Can Always Be Mean Later, But Once You've Been Mean To Someone, They Won't Believe The Nice Anymore. So Be Nice, Be Nice, Until It's Time To Stop Being Nice, Then Destroy Them.

Still It Might Be Nice, Once In A While, Not To Have To Choose Between Evils. Just Once, Couldn't I Choose The Lesser Good?

I Started Off Like Everyone Else Does, Slogging But Having A Compulsion To Put Words On Paper. I Didn't Write Or Read Horror Or Fantasy, Other Than Children's Fantasy, Until I Was In My Teens

I Could Probably Have Made The Head Shot From The Railing, But With An Unfamiliar Gun, It Was Too Risky. I Didn't Want To Accidentally Shoot The Woman In The Head. Killing The Hostage Is Always Frowned Upon.

I Spent The Next Fifteen Minutes Convincing A Crying Werewolf That I Wasn’t Going To Hurt Her. My Life Was Getting Too Strange, Even For Me.