I write--because I must write.
Who are you?Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?I have. I am fucking crazy.But I am free.
Books are keys that open many doors.
Success is hard, rewards are scant and the glory not always there.
Look at me! he would shout as he ran laughing through the halls of Storm's End. Look at me, I'm a dragon, or Look at me, I'm a wizard, or Look at me, look at me, I'm the rain god.The bold little boy w...
love an invisible force that makes you realize that reality is better than fantasy.
The aim here is not to separate fact from fantasy but to show how each embodies a distinct class of knowledge and how one is deeply implicated in the other.
Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.
This is a book about something
The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.
It was like when we were little kids and we played games on the ivy-covered hillside in the backyard. We were warriors and wizards and angels and high elves and that was our reality. If someone said,...