Women are always complaining about men's fascination with breasts. But what if men were absolutely indifferent to breasts? What would women do then with these things that serve one function once or twice in a lifetime, and the rest of the time are just in the way?

I forgive nothing. If you stole my orange crayon in the fifth grade, you're still on my hit list, buddy.

Very often I'll find out at the end of a book what I put in at the beginning. A sort of process of elimination and discovery in one.

The fact that I’m silent doesn’t mean I have nothing to say.

Ive never seen myself as a fantasy writer-ever.

Old people are often impatient, but for what?

I don't like to have to pan for gold when I read.