Odd how clear it suddenly became, once a person had died, that the body was the very least of him.

Not until the final draft do I force myself to remember that I'm going to have to think about how it will affect other people.

But I don't think people take bad advice. They've got intuition too, you know. In fact I'd be surprised if they take any advice at all.

I've always thought a hotel ought to offer optional small animals. I mean a cat to sleep on your bed at night, or a dog of some kind to act pleased when you come in. You ever notice how a hotel room feels so lifeless?

When I read, I'm purely a reader

The very thing that attracts you to someone can end up putting you off.

I was standing in the schoolyard waiting for a child when another mother came up to me. Have you found work yet? she asked. Or are you still just writing?