Most people like a little sex in their novels.

There's something about marriage that is not as intensely romantic or interesting as a couple's first meeting.

Nuts don’t come in bunches. Only grapes do.

Women had been on the verge of taking over the world-the Western world, anyway. Then some sexist pig in Silicon Valley invented the cell phone and women took a sidetrack on which all four billion of them would soon be happily talking to each other twenty-four hours a day, getting nothing else done, and Men Would Be Back.

Most people who are trying to write kind of sit in their basements and pull it out of their imaginations.

Catholics don't scream about Jesus, they scream about the bishop.

When you're building a character, or at least when I'm building a character, you start saying, 'How am I going to make people like him?'