Dreamers dream. Readers read. Writers write. I was born to be all three.

Aren't we all waiting to be read by someone, praying that they'll tell us that we make sense?

Each night, I close my eyes and dream. In the morning, I open my eyes again, but the dreaming doesn't stop.

Authors do not need to offer us the answers to such weighty questions such as how to live and prepare us to accept death. The aim of a writer’s is to frame worldly questions that allow all readers too independently and jointly explore life-altering questions in a way that satisfies the fabric of thought corresponding to our respective times.

Sometimes I dream so vividly, so expectantly, I wonder if I'm crazy...

If the novel is dead, I'm a necrophiliac.