I'll know when the ideas aren't fresh anymore. And I'll know when writing doesn't give me a thrill anymore.

We've got one life and the older we get the more we come to realize how short it is.

There are lots of other things that I haven't done, places I haven't seen. So eventually I'll have to find time for those things while there still is time.

But while our parting was mutually acceptable and even expedient, still it was painful. And I would like to think it hurt both of us, for I certainly felt it: a wrenching inside, like some small but improbably necessary organ was no longer in there, that it was missing, torn or fallen out. And at the time I'd thought that was the end of it; what was missing was gone forever

Writers are in the entertainment business, and it gives me lots of pleasure to entertain my readers.

But I've found that to talk too much about movies is the kiss of death. If it happens then it happens, is all.

And I have to consider myself fortunate, because there are plenty of writers who spend most of a lifetime looking for that certain something without ever finding it.