My fictitious characters will take the bit between their teeth and gallop off and do something that I hadn't counted on. However, I always insist on dragging them back to the straight and narrow

Yet there's something ominous about turning sixty-five. Suddenly old age is not a phenomenon which will occur; it has occurred.

Once I've got the first draft down on paper then I do five or six more drafts, the last two of which will be polishing drafts. The ones in between will flesh out the characters and maybe I'll check my research.

Perfection, in anything, is unbearably dull. Myself, I prefer a touch of imperfection.

Belief doesn't rest on proof or existence...it rests on faith...without faith there is nothing.

I escaped the torture of my childhood home by reading. To this day it is still one of my greatest pleasures.

Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.