You bring your own weather to the picnic.

Sometimes the loudest cries for help are silent.

The actual writing time is a lot shorter than the thinking time.

Writing my first book, I think in hindsight I went into it saying, 'It's gonna sell.' I was earning enough to scrape by sometime around a book or two before 'Tell No One.' I moved up from $50,000 to $75,000, then $150,000 for each book. I had never thought I would be doing anything else. I had enough encouragement.

I always think the insecurity is going to go away, but it's always there. Only bad writers think they're good.

I love to make even villains people you can relate to. When you find out who did it, I think you almost like the person, which is not easy to do.

I wish i could tell you that through the tragedy i mined some undiscovered, life-altering absolute that i could pass on to you.I didn't.The cliches apply-people are what count,life is precious,materialism is over rated, and the little things matter,live in the moment-and i can repeat them to you ad nauseam.you might listen, but you won't internalize.Tragedy hammers it hm.Tragedy etches into your soul.You might not be happier.But you will be better.