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

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

A dancer on break approached him. She smiled. Each tooth was angled in a different direction, as if her mouth were the masterwork of a mad orthodontist. "Hi," she said. "Hi." "You're really cute." "I don't have any money." She spun and walked away. Ah, romance.

You want this so badly—this second chance, this chance at real redemption—that you can’t see the truth.

This is the price you pay for having a great father. You get the wonder, the joy, the tender moments - and you get the tears at the end, too.

The readers are the ones who let us live our dreams. I try to write books which are really compelling - that you'd take on vacation and rather than going out, you'd read in your hotel room because you had to find out what happened. Hopefully that's what readers are responding to.

You don't worry about happiness and fulfilment when you're starving.