To Want To Be What One Can

Every Writer Aspires To Recognition , And It Comes Entirely Privately, Without Public Fanfare, Each Time A Piece Of Work Is Judged Worthy Of Publication.

Imagine An American Hans Christian Andersen, Conceive Of The Brothers Grimm Living In Missouri, And You Will Approximate Howard Schwartz, A Fable-maker And Fable-gatherer Seduced By The Uncanny And The Unearthly. In Lilith's Cave, He Once Again Reaches Into A Magical Cornucopia Of Folklore And Fantasy And Spreads Before Us, In Enchanting Language, The Marvels And Shocks Of Dybbuks, Ghosts, Demons, Spirits, And Wizards.

Whoever Mourns The Dead Mourns Himself.

In Saying What Is Obvious, Never Choose Cunning. Yelling Works Better.

Wars, Invented And Organized By The Highest Available Consciousnesses (do The Worms Go To War? Do The Fish? Do The Paramecia?), Are The Planet's Chief Source And Cause Of Torment.