You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation.

I try hard and aim big. People can hate or love my books but they can never accuse me of not trying.

Amplified by the still of night, the book opened -- a gust of wind.

It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.

I think 'The Lord Of The Rings' is the mother of all cult books, because you can be in that cult and not even know you're in it.

The days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams.

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.