It's like the Fouth of July in my underpants.

As I said in my last book, birds are mean. They're the only pet that, when they escape, the owners are relieved. You can tell a species is evil by doing this simple math. If my blond lab Molly was the size of T-Rex, that would just mean more kibble, more work for the gardener in the backyard, and a harder time moving her to my wife's side of the bed at night. If birds were the size of a T-Rex, the streets would be littered with human remains.

You should feel good about yourself because of your accomplishments. Not because somebody yelled at you to feel good about yourself.

I think if you create something and you get an audience for it, then the monetization part is really secondary.

I get depressed at airports.

If you spend your life walking through somebody else's museum, you never find out whether you're Rembrandt or not.

You don't realize how much you use your credit card not even to buy things. It's a card you get so you can navigate society.