Second Sight Is Redundant To Reason Anyway.

Poets Speak Of Hope In Ladies Smiles, But Give Me A Smirk Any Day, I Say.

The Rule For Finding Plots For Character-centered Novels, Which Is To Ask: 'so What's The Worst Possible Thing I Can Do To *this* Guy?' And Then Do It.

I've Got Forward Momentum. There's No Virtue In It. It's Just A Balancing Act. I Don't Dare Stop.

Exile, For No Other Motive Than Ease, Would Be The Last Defeat, With No Seed Of Future Victory In It.

For Me, Writing Is More A Process Of Discovering The Book Than Planning It.