The mind of a writer can be a truly terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine-addled, crippled by procrastination, consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing, and soul-crushing inadequacy. And that’s on a good day.

There is a certain combination of anarchy and discipline in the way I work.

You don't have to rush to do anything.

If you don't go, you'll never know.

Better to be king for a night than a schmuck for a lifetime.

Somebody steals from me, I'm gonna say you stole. Not talk to him for spitting on the sidewalk. Understand?

I hurt someone's feelings once.