But what she was really trying to say was this: I like music better than anything in the world, after you.

I'm a novelist, I'm not an activist. I'm not a non-fiction writer, I'm not a journalist. I'm not a foodie, I'm not even really an animal person, or an environmentalist. I did the best I could with this, but it's not who I am.

The hardest part of writing is not to get the ideas but to remember, why it is important to get them.

Everything is to protect you. I exist in case you need to be protected.

The animals are those things that God likes but doesn't love.

If god exists, he is not to be believed in.

My test for writing is always, is this fun or does it feel like a job? Is it moving me? Or am I just fulfilling my own expectations - or even worse, somebody else's?