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

In order to write novels for a living - it's not pathological, but I do think and worry and brood and fidget about stuff that I'm working on.

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.

I want saner gun laws. I think all these automatic weapons should be banned, big clips and handguns should be banned. As far as I'm concerned, shotguns and hunting weapons are all that we should allow in America.

If loneliness is the disease, the story is the cure.

I'm intrigued by how ordinary behavior exists so close beside its opposite.

The ways in which things are superficially similar but also distinct is interesting to me.