When I'm working on a novel, I work 70-hour weeks.

Thanks to the circus between my ears, I can seize upon the smallest disquieting observation and from it extrapolate a terror of cataclysmic proportions.

I've since discovered that many human beings need no supernatural mentoring to commit acts of savagery; some people are devils in their own right, their telltale horns having grown inward to facilitate their disguise.

What looks tragic might be comic on second consideration, and what is comic might bring tears in time.

I've a long list of things I don't know how I've done, but I've done them. In the end, it's always about perseverance.

I've got a long list of books I wish I'd never written-and I've kept them all out of print for the past 20 years.

Loss is the hardest thing, I said. But it's also the teacher that's the most difficult to ignore.