I happen to write by hand. I don't even type.

It's easy to forget what intelligence consists of: luck and speculation. Here and there a windfall, here and there a scoop.

I don't think that there are very many good writers who don't live without a sense of tension. If they haven't got one immediately available to them, then they usually manage to manufacture it in their private lives.

Yet it's not for want of future that I'm here, he thought. It's for want of a present.

Luck's just another word for destiny... either you make your own or you're screwed.

Jesus Christ only had twelve, you know, and one of them was a double.

My definition of a decent society is one that first of all takes care of its losers, and protects its weak.