Never trade a secret, you'll always get the short end of the bargain.

Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.

By repetition, each lie becomes an irreversible fact upon which other lies are constructed.

Our power knows no limits, yet we cannot find food for a starving child, or a home for a refugee. Our knowledge is without measure and we build the weapons that will destroy us. We live on the edge of ourselves, terrified of the darkness within. We have harmed, corrupted and ruined, we have made mistakes and deceived.

I made a series of wrong decisions about moderately recent books, and I've sold the rights to studios for ridiculous amounts of money and the films have never been made. That's the saddest thing of all, because they're locked up and no-one else can make them.

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

Each my book feels like my last book. And then I think, like a dedicated alcoholic, that one more won't do me any harm.