We Sail Across Dominions Barely Seen, Washed

Writers Don't Have Lifestyles. They Just Sit In Little Rooms And Write.

In Every Death Is A Celebration; In Every Ecstasy, One Little Death.

The Night Before I Left Las Vegas I Walked Out In The Desert To Look At The Moon. There Was A Jeweled City On The Horizon, Spires Rising In The Night, But The Jewels Were Diadems Of Electric And The Spires Were The Neon Of Signs Ten Stories High.

Even An Evil Man Can Have Principles—he Can Be True To His Own Evil, Which Is Not Always So Easy.

I've Made An Ass Of Myself So Many Times I Often Wonder If I Am One.