Among the many values in life, I appreciate freedom most.

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

Sometimes you’re just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer vacation, and a brand-new puppy rolled into one.

If I choose to write about sheep, it's just because I happened to write about sheep. There is no deep significance.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm a novelist right now. There is no definite career reason why I became a writer. Something happened, and I became a writer. And now I'm a successful writer.

I began running on an everyday basis after I became a writer. As being a writer requires sitting at a desk for hours a day, without getting some exercise you'd quickly get out of shape and gain weight, I figured.

That's what we all do: endlessly take the long way around.