I like to go where the life is.

We have a shotgun we inherited from my father-in-law, a paranoid Englishman living in Texas. I have a .22 Marlin rifle, similar to the one Annie Oakley had, and my husband has a .357 Magnum pistol. All those are locked up tight, of course. We have a couple of pellet guns that get more use than the real guns.

I think back when I was kind of a crappy writer, I really did know my time was better spent working and having adventures and seeing the world.

I wasn't writing stories with the intention of creating a particular collection. I simply wrote stories, and then discovered common themes among a good number of them.

I loved writing for the school newspaper. I liked to report and interview people, but I really liked to write columns, funny columns.

If you have someone falling out of the boat, you'd have to drag the boat up the river and film the same scene ten times, every time, dragging the boat exactly where it was up the river.

You can't beat a good sonnet, and you can write a sonnet without being married to the damned thing.