And, as long as you can make yourself go on choosing the pain over the relief, you can keep going.

I don't plan an awful lot in life just as I don't plan an awful lot in my fiction.

Serendipity. Look for something, find something else, and realize that what you've found is more suited to your needs than what you thought you were looking for.

When you get older, keeping the private stuff private seems less important.

Stories are like assholes. Everybody's got one and most of 'em stink.

I’ve tried writing and the sentences come out fine, but I write a few pages and I don’t want to go on.

As my late mother famously observed, the one thing to be said for growing old is that every year there are a few more things I don’t have to give a rat’s ass about.