I don't like mysteries, which is why I want to solve them. It bothers me that there are things I don't know.

Panic---a deep abiding, free-floating anxiety, often without any reason or logical basis.

I have no plans to use the Internet as the main subject of a novel.

Everyone looked pensive, which is good cover-up for clueless.

I like the process of pencil and paper as opposed to a machine. I think the writing is better when it's done in handwriting.

Ernest Hemingway was the author I drew inspiration from.

I enjoy the presence of a woman in the house for brief periods of time. They fall into two categories: the organizers and the slobs. There’s probably a third category—the naggers, who try to get you to do things, but I’ve never run into one of those. Oddly, I have no preference regarding oganizers or slobs, as long as they don’t try to pick my clothes for me. Basically, all women are nurturers and healers, and all men are mental patients to varying degrees. It works fine if people stick to their fated roles. But nobody does.