The cat sat on the mat is not a story. The cat sat on the other cat’s mat is a story.

I've always had difficulties with female characters.

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.

I've got more than one string to my bow, and I thought I'd give this one a twang.

Love is whatever you can still betray. Betrayal can only happen if you love.

Sometimes we have to do a thing in order to find out the reason for it. Sometimes our actions are questions, not answers.

Wives?" she asked, interrupting him. For a moment, he had assumed she was tuning to the novel. Then he saw her waiting, suspicious eyes, so he replied cautiously, "None active," as if wives were volcanoes.