I tend to really enjoy being swept up in fiction. I love a good story and I admire fiction authors.

I'm always prepared for the worst.

Any damage that's been done, you have to fix yourself because it needs fixing and there is nobody else to do the work. Blame may well be justified, but it's not going to move you forward in your life.

I was struck with a bolt of distilled horror like I have never known before. Far worse than suddenly finding yourself walking through a prison cafeteria wearing Daisy Duke shorts and a Jane Fonda headband.

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

As a writer, you can't allow yourself the luxury of being discouraged and giving up when you are rejected, either by agents or publishers. You absolutely must plow forward.

What police officer would dare ticket Death's minivan?