Frankly I'm fairly boring or fairly busy. Between writing and family, I have little time for anything else.

I'm thinking of taking up golf, but the idea of spending time with golfers frightens me.

The most annoying and full- of- crap thing a writer says is, I write only for myself, I don't care if anyone reads it. A writer without a reader doesn't exist.

My house has too many distractions. There's the email. There's checking my Amazon ranking. I know I'm the only author who's ever done that, ever. There's the fax. Too many distractions. I like to go out and write.

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

Hope can be the most wonderful thing in the world or it can crush your heart like an eggshell.

We're called New Jersey but we're actually the suburbs of New York.