I won't say 'never,' but I have no plans to write an eighth book.

If you love something - and there are things that I love - you do want more and more and more of it, but that's not the way to produce good work.

Because to confide a part of your soul to something that can think and move for itself is obviously a very risky business.

I have never been remotely ashamed of having been depressed. Never. What's to be ashamed of? I went through a really rough time and I am quite proud that I got out of that.

The thing about fantasy - there are certain things you just don't do in fantasy.

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.

Failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy to finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one area where I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realized, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter, and a big idea. And so rock bottom became a solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.