I'm really not responsible for what mental operation people have when they're reading my books other than the ones which are created by literary effects.

It seems people spend the majority of their lives believing they're dying, with the only consolation being that at one point they get to be right.

The first book I fell in love with was 'Little Toot,' the story of an adorable tugboat operating out of New York Harbor.

I'm not trying to uncover the facts of my life but to discover the dramatic truth of the situations I was in.

Well, the attractive thing about the subject of happiness is that it is notoriously difficult to write.

Surely: the adverb of a man without an argument.

I see the author as the person who has written; the writer, the one involved in the process of writing. And they're not necessarily friends. The writer is the one I want to reinforce; the author would just feed on the reviews - so I'm in favour of starving him.