He [Ma's Tooth] was part of her a minute ago but now he's not. Just a thing.

The way to my heart is through Belgian milk chocolate.

The world is always changing brightness and hotness and soundness, I never know how it's going to be the next minute.

I think it would be a shame for any writer to let their publishers in any way corral them into a single genre.

I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened.

So much as I enjoy big novels of epic sweep, I often find, say, if they follow several generations, by the third generation, I'm not caring about the people anymore.

Actually,the nightmarish thought occurred to me that with electronic delivery of books becoming a norm, soon writers may be expected to provide several versions of their book, ranging from the Easy to the Complex, and buyers will choose what they're in the mood for with the click of a button! I do hope not.