These atheist cultures were certainly diligent in preserving the relics of their saints.

He brought his great hand to rest on an early edition of Bram Stoker's novel and smiled, but said nothing. Then he moved quietly away into another section.

Every writer hopes his or her book will be its own thing.

These atheist cultures were certainly diligent in preserving the relics of their saints.

Then you must say to her, 'Madame, I observe that your heart is broken. Allow me to repair it for you.

My publishers are wonderful because they have let me write what I wanted to. They're wise enough to know that, with any author who's not simply writing formulas - who's trying to create something new - pressuring them to do something for market purposes almost always backfires. I can't imagine working under those circumstances, actually.

My guess is that he remembers some of me, some of us together, and the rest rolled off him like topsoil in a flash flood.