I have no idea why it apparently takes three grown men to cook some hamburgers. One to cook, one to kibbitz, and one to insult the other two.

Today should always be outlawed in favor of tomorrow

I never had a plan, except to write. I love what I do, and have from the beginning. Loving what you do makes it a lot easier to work, every day, to face the tough spots and heel in for the long haul. Nothing against plans; they work for some people. But for me, if I'd been planning, worrying about numbers, trying to micro-manage my career, I wouldn't have focused on the writing. If you don't write, you're not read. If you're not read, you don't sell. So that's my Master Plan, I guess. Write the books, let the agent agent, the editor edit, the publisher publish.

Love makes saints or sinners out of men.

Every writer has to figure out what works best - and often has to select and discard different tools before they find the one that fits.

We're not blank slates. What we've done, what we've survived all go into us.

You're excuses are so lame they're limping.