Part of the human condition is that we all think that we are uniquely complex while everyone else is somewhat simpler to read. That is not true, of course. We all have our own dreams and hopes and wants and lust and heartaches. We all have our own brand of crazy

You can't have an up without a down, a right without a left, a back without a front - or a happy without a sad.

Life may not always fall into neat chapters, and you may not always get the satisfying ending you're looking for, but sometimes a good explanation is all the rewrite you need.

I still try to make the "next" book my "best" book. I want to grip and move you in unexpected ways.

There is the old catch-22 line that a mentally unstable person can't know, as per their illness, that they are unstable. But that was wrong. You can and do have the insight to see your own crazy.

Only bad writers think they're good.

Hope is cruel. Hope reminds me of what almost was. Hope makes the physical ache return.