I'm not in control of my muse. My muse does all the work.

The Internet is a big distraction. It's distracting, it's meaningless; it's not real. It's in the air somewhere.

One year Halloween came on October 24, three hours after midnight. At that time, James Nightshade of 97 Oak Street was thirteen years, eleven months, twenty-three days old. Next door, William Halloway was thirteen years, eleven months, and twenty-four days old. Both touched toward fourteen; it almost trembled in their hands. And that was the October week when they grew up overnight, and were never so young any more.

Without libraries what have we? We have no past and no future.

Quantity produces quality. If you only write a few things, you're doomed.

You either have an imaginative mind or you don't. All of my writing is God-given. I don't write my stories - they write themselves.

I decided that was the greatest idea I had ever heard. I started writing every day. I never stopped.