A Surfeiting Of Terror Soon Made Terror

I Hate It When Something I've Had Published "inspires" Some Nut To Imitate What I've Written, Or Some Teacher Gets Fired For Having Her Students Read One Of My Stories Or Novels.

I Hope People Are Reading My Work In The Future. I Hope I Have Done More Than Frightened A Couple Of Generations. I Hope I've Inspired A Few People One Way Or Another.

Chris Nielsen: Thank You For Every Kindness. Thank You For Our Children. For The First Time I Saw Them. Thank You For Being Someone I Was Always Proud To Be With. For Your Guts, For Your Sweetness. For How You Always Looked, For How I Always Wanted To Touch You. God, You Were My Life. I Apologize For Everytime I Ever Failed You. Especially This One.

After A While, Though, Even The Deepest Sorrow Faltered, Even The Most Penetrating Despair Lost Its Scalpel Edge.

That's What Was Wrong With Drinking Too Much. You Became Immune To Drunken Delights. There Was No Solace In Liquor. Before You Got Happy, You Collapsed.