I'm not one of those people who as a writer lets my characters tell me what they want to do or call to me or seek me. I go seeking for things, using them as an agent, really.

I don't have a very logical and orderly mind.

And I think that in myself (and perhaps evident in what I write) fear of loss and the corresponding instinct to protect myself against loss are potent forces.

You can't always go to the well and have things be funny.

Your life doesn't mean what you have or what you get. Its what your'e willing to give up.

Find what causes a commotion in your heart. Find a way to write about that

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