He wished he had inhabited more of his life, used it better, filled it fuller.

It is very difficult to live among people you love and hold back from offering them advice.

It is not how much you love someone, but who you are when you are with him.

But if you never did anything you couldn't undo you'd end up doing nothing at all.

I'm too shy for personal appearances, and I've found out that anytime I talk about my writing, I can't do any writing for many weeks afterward.

My writing day has grown shorter as I've aged, although it seems to produce the same number of pages.

I don't want to say I hear voices; well, actually I do hear voices, but I don't think it's supernatural. I think it's just that when characters are given enough texture and backbone, then lo and behold, they stand on their own.