Luck is a woman. She's drawn to those that least deserve her.

Every man has his excuses, and the more vile the man becomes, the more touching the story has to be. What is my story now, I wonder?

It is easy to forget how much you have, when your eyes are always fixed on what you have not.

I think the further away you get from completing a book, the more responses you see to it from readers, the more your own tastes and opinions shift and the more you start to see things you could have written differently in the detail, or done differently on the broader scale of plot and character.

That's what courage is. Taking your disappointments and your failures, your guilt and your shame, all the wounds received and inflicted, and sinking them in the past. Starting again. Damning yesterday and facing tomorrow with your head held high. Times change. It's those that see it coming, and plan for it, and change themselves to suit, that prosper.

A whole new thing. A forging of the humble parts of bread and cheese into a greater whole. I call it...a cheese-trap.

Savor the little moments, son, that's my advice. They're what life is. All the little things that happen while you're waiting for something else.