My whole problem is that my lips move when I think.

In a culture that relentlessly promotes avarice and excess as the good life, a person happy doing his own work is usually considered an eccentric, if not a subversive.

Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.

I'm pulling out different aspects of my personality in writing each character and, if I'm doing my job well, I'm being true to the situation and true to the character.

I'm a misunderstood genius." "What's misunderstood?" "Nobody thinks I'm a genius.

Even if lives did hang in the balance, it would depend on whose they were.

It's a cruel season that makes you get ready for bed while it's light out.