
Let's Face It. No Kid In High School Feels As Though They Fit In.
When Asked, 'How Do You Write?' I Invariably Answer, 'One Word At A Time.'
We're News Junkies In My House.
After The 9/11 Apocalypse Happened In New York City, People, Particularly New Yorkers, Who Breathed In The Ash, Or Saw The Results Of That, Have A Tendency To Keep Seeing Echoes And Having Flashbacks To It.
But I Think There Are A Set Of Experiences That Turn A Potential Writer Into A Working Writer, And Then There Are Places In Your Life Were You Start To Recognize What You Want To Do.
You Have To Stay Faithful To What You're Working On.
I Think There Ought To Be Some Serious Discussion By Smart People, Really Smart People, About Whether Or Not Proliferation Of Things Like The Smoking Gun And Tmz And Youtube And The Whole Celebrity Culture Is Healthy.
I Never Saw Any Of My Dad's Stories. My Mother Said He Had Piles And Piles Of Manuscripts.
He Had A Massive Stroke. He Died With His Tie On. Do You Think That Could Be Our Generation's Equivalent Of That Old Saying About Dying With Your Boots On?
No, It's Not A Very Good Story - Its Author Was Too Busy Listening To Other Voices To Listen As Closely As He Should Have To The One Coming From Inside.
Monsters Are Real, And Ghosts Are Real Too. They Live Inside Us, And Sometimes, They Win.
Fiction Is The Truth Inside The Lie.
Get Busy Living, Or Get Busy Dying.