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.

There are few times that I feel more at peace, more in tune, more Zen, if you will, than when I force myself to unplug.

I'm not very happy idle. There's always this voice in my head that says, 'I should be writing.

"So basically, that entire theory is blown to hell."Not basically," Win corrected. "Entirely."

Only bad writers think they're good.

Years fly by, but the heart stays in the same place.

It was one lesson he never forgot.You don't sit back when you or a loved one is being assaulted.And you don't act like the goverment with their "proportional responses" and all that nonsense.If someone hurts you,mercy and pity must be put aside,You eliminate the enemy.You scorch the earth.