When he thought of his history, what resonated with him now was not all that he had suffered but the divine love that he believed had intervened to save him.

While it's really hard to do, at the same time, I'm escaping my body, which I really want to do. I'm living someone else's life. I get very intensely into the story, into the interviews and the research. I'm experiencing things along with my subjects. I have a freedom I don't have in my physical life

In 1938... the year's #1 newsmaker was not FDR, Hitler, or Mussolini. Nor was it Lou Gehrig or Clark Gable. The subject of the most newspaper column inches in 1938 wasn't even a person. It was an undersized, crooked-legged racehorse named Seabiscuit.

I have to detach myself completely from aspirations. I hardly ever listen to music anymore because it arouses all of this yearning in me

For me, being a writer was never a choice. I was born one. All through my childhood I wrote short stories and stuffed them in drawers. I wrote on everything. I didn't do my homework so I could write

The biggest problem has been exhaustion. I've spent about 6 of the last 14 years completely bedridden.

His books were the closest thing he had to furniture and he lived in them the way other men live in easy chairs.