I Think Of Myself As A Storyteller,

Tales Of Heroes End In Bliss.

I Submitted Manuscripts To Publishers. This Was Not So Much A Feeling That I Should Be Published As A Wish To Escape The Feared And Hated Drudgery Of Normal Work.

Archetypes Are Universal, And, In Subtle Or Extravagant Ways, Interchangeable.

I Held Out My Book. It Was Precious To Me, As Were All The Things I'd Written; Even Where I Despised Their Inadequacy There Was Not One I Would Disown. Each Tore Its Way From My Entrails. Each Had Shortened My Life, Killed Me With Its Own Special Little Death.

We Need The Expressive Arts, The Ancient Scribes, The Storytellers, The Priests.