~Though my soul may set in darkness, It will rise in perfect light, I have loved the stars too fondly To be fearful of the night... ~
Friday, April 30, 2010
"There are some books that refuse to be written. They stand their ground year after year and will not be persuaded. It isn't because the book is not there and worth being written -- it is only because the right form of the story does not present itself. There is only one right form for a story and if you fail to find that form, the story will not tell itself...."