I don't know how many good books I still have in me; I hope there are another four or five.

What's nurtured slowly grows well.

Only the dead stay seventeen forever.

What the world needs is a set villain that people can point at and say, “It’s all your fault!

I have no idea! I have been writing for 35 years and from the beginning up to now the situation's almost the same. I'm kind of an ugly duckling. Always the duckling, never the swan.

Most human activities are predicated on the assumption that life goes on. If you take that premise away, what is there left?

In a sense, I'm the one who ruined me: I did it myself.