I never could have written the screenplay because I would have been forced to learn new software and I can't learn one more thing.

Thanksgiving was nothing more than a pilgrim-created obstacle in the way of Christmas; a dead bird in the street that forced a brief detour.

I suppose home is, for me, more of a state of mind. It's really more of about being where I want to be with people I care about.

I am prone to envy. It is one of my three default emotions, the others being greed and rage. I have also experienced compassion and generosity, but only fleetingly and usually while drunk, so I have little memory.

But I can also write in crappy motel rooms, while standing in line, or sitting in the dentist's chair.

Miracles do happen. You must believe this. No matter what else you believe about life, you must believe in miracles.

A lot of being a writer doesn't have anything to do with writing. It's ironic - I have to squeeze the books in, even though that's what it's all about.