My God, Laird…. Thank you!

Much of the work in those pages was shared and revised.

Shoehorn it in now, edit it out later.

It would be wonderful if I thought your last sentence were true--I'd take a fantastic amount of pride in it.

It may be that their plucky author threw himself into the gap, undergoing approx.15 years of lying on his back and discoursing to the ceiling, at times through tears, about whatever happened to be going through his mind for 45 minutes four times a day. It was like spelunking.

That was the English name for JULIA.

That's right, Jeff. I always disliked that jacket.

This was in the days of the dismal "broken doll" fad, so that explains the jacket. Full Circle was the film tie-in's papaperback jacket.

Yes, it really does go like that.

That book was carefully composed, and the Interludes written especially to appear where they do. I’ve always thought there was something special about that collection . Thank you for your generosity.

Almost nothing can please me as much as this comment.

Peter’s groaning desk.

Dear Peter Straub it’s been 20 years since I flipped the book close that cold, December night in the ancient hills of Shimla, but Alma Mobley hasn’t stopped haunting my sleep ever since. There she was again last night, urging me to consider what might be on the other side.

Nope, it's just that this furniture is all about 30 years old.

Here we go: this is the real deal, and not just in books.

Know what, our country reminds me of Watership Down: you get to live in this beautiful place, as long as you agree that now and then, randomly, one or more of your children might get picked off by someone far greedier, less liberal, and way more visionary than you.

Basically, this interview reduced me to the oatmeal-mush stage.

I don’t really care who owns a sideshow like Twitter.