I realized the only thing I owed my audience was my own judgment and my own best effort.

I think there's something inherently dishonest in trying to go back and mess with the past.

I've always thought of myself as an organic writer, rather than a cerebral one. I feel my way along as I go, hoping I'll get to the place I intend to reach.

The bottom line always remains the same: What is the basic humanity of the character? How do I make them resonate with the reader?

I would like immortality.

I consider myself the luckiest man in the world. I have spent a lifetime doing what I love.

I've never sat down and thought about the difference between plot and theme. To me, that's never been important.