Lightning crashed on the horizon. A breeze swirled around the Cast Members. The air tasted dusty, almost bitter, with electrical charge.

When I do things I shouldn't do, my mother says I need a new pair of glasses -- that I should be be looking differently at the choices I make.

I've been running from, and toward, death all my life, more aware of it than a person should be.

Okay, so let's run faster.

Finn whispered, "What has a head, thorax, and abdomen, but stands six feet tall?" "A snowman?

The way you get better is putting words on the page and getting them behind you.

For the first-time novelist you've got to get up at 5:30 in the morning and write until 7, make breakfast and go to work. Or, come home and work for an hour. Everybody has an hour in their day somewhere.