Stephen King writes mass fiction but gets reviewed by the New York Times and writes for the New Yorker. Critics say to me, "Shut up and enjoy your money," and I think, OK, I'll shut up and enjoy my money, but why does Stephen King get to enjoy his money and get reviewed on the cover of the New York Times Sunday Book Review?

He loved me. He loved me, but he doesn't love me anymore, and it's not the end of the world.

There's something really nice about writing something on Wednesday and watching it being performed live for a studio audience on Tuesday. You never really get that with novels.

I think I'm much more comfortable talking about other books than my own!

If you get the you-are-a-genius label, it can limit you. Because I'm not so scrutinized, I have more freedom. And that let's me write what I want.

I don't particularly like being angry about stuff. I'd rather hang out with my daughter and write my little books.

She hated the implied familiarity when customers requested things from her by name.