Tales Of Heroes End In Bliss.

She Looked, And A Scarlet Butterfly Flew Away From Her, Away Down The Length Of The Tower, And Then Another, Another, An Unraveling Scarf Of Butterflies Like Winged Blood.

I Like Films, Or Some Films, And Would Be Intrigued To See My Work On Screen.

Your Dreams Will Betray You. Go Nowhere On A Horse That Fades.

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.

I Think Of Myself As A Storyteller, And That Is It.