And indeed, I am a warmhearted and thoroughly domestic man who gets up and makes pancakes for his children and kisses them on the head when he sends them off to their day.

One of the great themes in American literature is the individual's confrontation with the vast open spaces of the continent.

Even on the darkest night, my friend, life will have its way.

My rule has always been, write the next part of the book that you seem to know well. So I won't necessarily write chapter two after chapter one.

My theory of characterization is basically this: Put some dirt on a hero, and put some sunshine on the villain, one brush stroke of beauty on the villain.

The sadness you feel is not your own. It's his sadness you feel in your heart, Amy, for missing you.

The world was a world of dreaming souls who could not die.