But you can't truly hate a man without loving him first, and there's always a trace of that love left over.

You don’t pick your family, you take what you’re given and you make the best of it.

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?

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.

You should laugh every moment you live, for you'll find it decidedly difficult afterwards.

Sometimes when I'm really enjoying a book, I'll read a sentence or paragraph and just think - how can someone's head be wired in such a way that they'd come up with that?

History is littered with dead good men