There is no remedy for death--or birth--except to hug the spaces in between. Live loud. Live wide. Live tall.

Try pitching a story of happiness to your editors and their toes are going to curl up.

These are the stories that we tell ourselves and only ourselves, and they are better left unshared.

To ask a novelist to talk about his novels is like asking somebody to cook about their dancing.

Secrets are like pregnancies hereabouts. You can hide them for a while but then they will start screaming.

...crushed between the fears of going forward and the dread of going back.

Retiring from writing is not to retire from life, but retiring from writing is to avoid the inevitable bitterness which a writing career is bound to deliver as its end product, in almost every case.