Love didn't run on logic. It didn't follow neat lines or a list of priorities.

I was educated by the nuns. Guilt and discipline — combine those and you'll be pretty productive.

What kind of a maniac needed over five thousand plates?

My fondest wish, I suppose, would be to die at the keyboard right after finishing a book, perhaps with a little time off to have some really good sex. It's not, 'Oh, thank God, this is book No. 250. I can die now.'

Love is not enough. But, it is the rock on which all else stands.

If you don't read for pleasure, you'll lose your edge as a writer.

I'm damned if I'm going to be eaten by a bear when I'm naked." "I'm sure it's a more pleasant experience dressed.