You love someone, you've got to let something go.

I find people confusing.

One person looks around and sees a universe created by a god who watches over its long unfurling, marking the fall of sparrows and listening to the prayers of his finest creation. Another person believes that life, in all its baroque complexity, is a chemical aberration that will briefly decorate the surface of a ball of rock spinning somewhere among a billion galaxies. And the two of them could talk for hours and find no great difference between one another, for neither set of beliefs make us kinder or wiser.

Most of my work consisted of crossing out. Crossing out was the secret of all good writing.

And this shows that sometimes people want to be stupid and they do not want to know the truth.

The one thing you have to do if you write a book is put yourself in someone else's shoes. The reader's shoes. You've got to entertain them.

I've worked in television long enough to know that when you stop enjoying that type of thing you go home and do something else.