My mother believed in all superstitions, plus she made some up.

If Chester had a failing, it was that he believed people were what they thought they were.

Sorry; I have no space left for advice. Just do it.

The trouble with real life is, there's no reset button.

I do bookstore signings, and it seems to me that I get a variety of men and women, more women than I'd expect, and grown-ups among my readers.

The only thing I learned from the architecture is keep the bathroom and the kitchen near each other, so you don't have to run pipes all over the place.

If your subject is crime, then you know at least that you're going to have a real story. If your subject is the maturing of a college boy, you may never stumble across a story while you're telling that. But if your story is a college boy dead in his dorm room, you know there's a story in there, someplace.