I'm an expert. I can kill anybody and not be caught.

My female protagonist will not be this promiscuous, beautiful, dark-haired, thin lady. It will be a plump, blond, healer and so forth.

If, for example, I saw my grandparents or my daughter for an instant, would I recognize them? Probably not, because in looking so hard for a way to keep them alive, remembering them in the most minimal details, I have been changing them, adorning them with qualities they may not have had. I have given them a destiny much more complex than the ones they lived.

Show up, show up, show up, and after a while the muse shows up, too. If she doesn’t show up invited, eventually she just shows up

But I don't want more things than I need, either.

Everyone is born with some special talent.

We've lost our sense of ethics; we live in a world of small-mindedness, of gratification without happiness and actions without meaning.