The older I get, the more I seek to use a plain prose style, concentrating more on story.

I have a backlog of novels which I would love to be working on and would be working on if I were not obliged to hold down a full time job.

You look out on the driving range and it looks like snow, but it isn't, it's covered in golf balls.

These days - with the decline of the traditional churches - I'm concerned about where we obtain some form of moral direction.

It seems we are capable of immense love and loyalty, and as capable of deceit and atrocity. It's probably this shocking ambivalence that makes us unique.

I always thought it better to allow myself to doubt before I decided, than to expose myself to the misery, after I had decided, of doubting whether I had decided rightly and justly.

If I had the luxury of working as a full time writer, I think you would see novels appearing on a much more regular, and frequent, basis.