One of the nice things about our marriage, at least to my way of thinking, is that my wife and I no longer have to argue every thing through. We each know what the other will say, and so the saying becomes an unnecessary formality. No doubt some marriage counselor would explain to us that our problem is a failure to communicate, but to my way of thinking we've worked long and hard to achieve this silence, Lily's and mine, so fraught with mutual understanding.

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.

HBO is really famous for hiring good people and staying out of their way until they ask for help, or need it. And that reputation is earned.

What I discovered I liked best about striking out on my bicycle was that the farther I got from home, the more interesting and unusual my thoughts became.

I've never written nearly as much about place as people seem to think I do. I just write about class.

I was the one who did come through that door. You were the one she was waiting for.

If you work at comedy too laboriously, you can kill what's funny in the joke.