I have three desks. One empty for paperwork, one for the internet and email, and one for the writing computer.

That should be your town motto. It's all I ever hear. Like: New Hampshire, Live Free or Die. It should be: Despair, You Need To Leave Now.

I love Italian food but that's too generic a term for what's available now: you have to narrow it down to Tuscan, Sicilian, and so on.

I like food, like any other guy, but it is not the main thing in my life. I can do without it.

Some old guy once said that the meaning of life is that it ends.

She's a reflection of my fascination with the diversity of America she's totally normal in New York, but a freak in Texas. There are dozens of such clashes in America.

I need a stimulating environment to write because my books are driven at 100 miles per hour at a time.