That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version.

Discovering the 'impossible' ending to a new book makes me sick with joy and relief.

The first step to eternal life is you have to die.

Alternating the thoughtful task of writing with the mindless work of laundry or dish washing will give you the breaks you need for new ideas and insights to occur. If you don't know what comes next in the story... clean your toilet. Change the bed sheets. For Christ sakes, dust the computer. A better idea will come.

Having nothing to lose is the new wealth.

Rant Casey used to say, "No matter what happens, it's always now..." Talk about cryptic. I think what Rant meant was, we live in the present moment of reality, and no matter what's come before, no matter how much we loved a person or a dog, when it attacks us we'll react to that moment of danger.

What would Tyler Durden do?