Lying's wrong, but when the world spins backwards, a small wrong may be a big right.

Writing is probably one-fifth coming up with the stuff, and four-fifths self-editing again and again and again.

As for reading, I wish I had a magic door to a library where I could go in, read for days and days, and come back in the same minute I left. I'm still looking for the door.

Don't bemoan your misspent life quite yet. Forgive me for flaunting my experience, but you have no conception of what a misspent life constitutes.

As long as you can Houdini your way out of the Sisyphean constraints then originality happens.

Me, I want to bloody kick this moronic bloody world in the bloody teeth over and over till it bloody understands that not hurting people is ten bloody thousand times more bloody important than being right.

I remain thankful to God for all his mercies.