[b]Neil Gaiman
Fuck you, said Czernobog. Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on. You will not even die in battle. No warrior will taste your blood. No one alive will take your life. You will die a soft, poor death. You will die with a kiss on your lips and a lie in your heart.[/b]
In other words, like most of us.
A novel seemed the easiest way to get what I had had in my head into the inside of other people’s heads. Books are good that way.
That’s called rubbing it in.
A story only matters, I suspect, to the extent that the people in the story change.
With or without a happy ending.
I think I would rather be a man than a god. We don’t need anyone to believe in us. We just keep going anyhow. It’s what we do.
You know, like the terminator. Well, sort of.
I am frightened of nothing.
Nothing?
Nothing.
Are you extremely frightened of nothing?
Absolutely terrified of it.
I have nothing in my pockets. Would you like to see it?
No, I most definitely would not.
Can you spot the double entendre?
You have a very open relationship with your fans.
Yes. We have an open relationship. Obviously they can see other authors if they want, and I can see other readers.
Same with me and my fans here.