Riding the train gives him too much time to think, he has decided. Too much thinking can ruin you.

Feeling is not selective, I keep telling you that. You can’t feel pain, you aren’t gonna feel anything else, either.

Writers don't write to inform other people, they write to find out something themselves.

The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together.

Sometimes you are being interviewed by someone and you think, if I knew this person they'd be my best friend. Other times you're being interviewed by a complete jerk.

And if you ever do a survey, you'll find that people prefer illusion to reality, ten to one. Twenty, even.

I can write for a long time on one novel and not get tired.