Odd that the future should be so difficult to bring into focus when the past, uninvited, offered itself up so easily for inspection.

Who but an English professor would threaten to kill a duck a day and hold up a goose as an example?

The world is divided between kids who grow up wanting to be their parents and those like us, who grow up wanting to be anything but. Neither group ever succeeds.

When I look back over my novels what I find is that when I think I'm finished with a theme, I'm generally not. And usually themes will recur from novel to novel in odd, new guises.

They stayed, many of them, because staying was easier and less scary than leaving.

I just have this feeling that if it weren't for the Gloversville Free Library that I probably would not be a writer.

A lot of my characters in all of my books have a self-destructive urge. They'll do precisely the thing that they know is wrong, take a perverse delight in doing the wrong thing.