If someone asked for my recipe for happiness, step one would be finding out what you love most in the world and step two would be finding someone to pay you to do it. I consider myself very lucky indeed to be able to support myself by writing.

Everything that fails brings you closer to what works.

I don't think I am evangelical in my work.

I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost . . . but still, I was alive.

Imperfect understanding is often more dangerous than ignorance.

I make mistakes like the next man. In fact, being--forgive me--rather cleverer than most men, my mistakes tend to be correspondingly huger.

It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might has well not have lived at all, in which case you have failed by default.