This is what happens when you live in dreams, he thought: you dream this and you dream that and you sleep right through your life.

You take something from your past that you're somewhat ashamed about and you write about it from another character's point of view.

If a police officer arrests a mime, does he need to tell him he has the right to remain silent.

No one gets to tell you what your life means!

I wake at 5 or 5:30 most mornings, make myself a latte and grab a cookie, write until 10 or 11, go have my favorite meal, 'second breakfast,' or grab coffee with friends, or play basketball. Then, around noon, I begin apologizing via email for the manuscripts I can't get to.

What business does memory have with time?

I quickly decided my zombies weren't really zombies. It was instead something you called people who were on this club drug, who then exhibited aggressive behaviors. And then like everyone who writes about zombies, I found it was so much fun.