I've never been able to force a novel. I always had the sense something being given to me. You can't sit around and wait until inspiration strikes, but neither can you force into being something that isn't there.

Know that although in the eternal scheme of things you are small, you are also unique and irreplaceable, as are all your fellow humans everywhere in the world.

When I say work I only mean writing. Everything else is just odd jobs.

In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry.

Why doesn't Prin go and get her own goddamn blistering bloody shitty jelly doughnuts?

Privacy is a privilege not granted to the aged or the young.

The dead don't bear a grudge nor seek a blessing. The dead don't rest uneasy. Only the living.