Into the night, in the dark, he lay beside her, listening to her breathe. He knew the varied and sundry reasons a man would kill. But none were more fierce, none were more vital than to hold safe what he loved.

Why would I kill someone I don't know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and havent't killed any of them?

When you love someone, you have to be with them, don't you? To be part of their life, to have them be part of yours." Glory in Death

Didn't people consider what could happen if armies of farm animals united in revolt?

You love tests?" "Well, yeah. There are questions and answers. True or false, multiple choice, essay. What's not to love?

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.

Men are boys in bigger packages.