I have an advanced degree in procrastination and another one in paranoia.

Library-denigrators, pay heed:suggesting that the Internet is a viable substitute for libraries is like saying porn could replace your wife.

I don't think I've ever had a mentor. The closest thing is my friend Christopher Fowler, another writer. Chris kept me sane for a long time before I made it.

Like a domestic cat, purring on the sofa by day, but by night, a strutting queen, a natural killer, disdainful of her other life.

I carried recipes in my head like maps.

Remember, it's the winners write the history books, and the losers get the leavings.

The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it.