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

If I drive myself to the brink of my ability, then I don't get stale or bored.

Fate isn’t one straight road…there are forks in it, many different routes to different ends. We have the free will to choose the path.

There's sometimes a weird benefit to having an alcoholic, violent father. He really motivated me in that I never wanted to be anything like him.

The desire to write well can never be fulfilled without hard work.

I am sustained by the certainty that life has meaning...as does death.

I really believe that everyone has a talent, ability, or skill that he can mine to support himself and to succeed in life.