You're sick. Sick and evil and weird.

As far as I'm concerned, the world is composed of stories. For architects, the world is composed of buildings, for actors the world is composed of theatres, or whatever... For me, the world is simply composed of stories, when I look, that's what I see.

The price of getting what you want, is getting what once you wanted.

As we age, we become our parents; live long enough and we see faces repeat in time.

Even if your goose habitually lays golden eggs, it will still be cooked.

People talk about books that write themselves, and it's a lie. Books don't write themselves. It takes thought and research and backache and notes and more time and more work than you'd believe.

Nothing I did where the only reason for doing it was the money was ever worth it, except as bitter experience.