There is a certain fate to the universe and a certain randomness.

In the end, we know what makes us happy. We also know what makes us unhappy. That's the irony. We know and yet we still mess it up. That's part of the human condition, no, and why we need to work on it.

A novel is like a sausage. You might like the final taste but you don't want to see how it was made.

The ugliest truth, in the end, was still better than the prettiest of lies.

Kids don’t do what their parents say-they do what they see their parents do. So who was to blame here?

In real life, coincidences happen all the time. In novels, they are leapt upon with fury.

The first sip of beer on a hot day is like that first finger-dip when you open a new jar of peanut butter.