Paul Ryan's just a really, deeply evil little creature. But he's not little; he's actually quite tall, I'm sorry to see. I'm always sorry when really bad guys are tall.

Finally I do like best of all stories whose necessity is in the implied recognition that someplace out there there exists an urgency-a chaos-, an insanity, a misrule of some dire sort which can end life as we know it but for the fact that this very story is written, this order found, this style determined, the worst averted, and we are beneficiaries of that order by being readers

Life's passed along to us empty. We have to make up the happiness part.

Some idiotic things are well worth doing.

Reading is probably what leads most writers to writing.

I have a theory... that someplace at the heart of most compelling stories is something that doesn't make sense.

I don't want to be taken to Bhutan and smell the flowers. I want to be told something I couldn't have been told any other way.