I'm a good judge of my own work.

I never base a character on someone I know. You can get ideas from real life, but every character you write is some aspect of yourself.

All of a sudden it felt like people were peering over my shoulder, wondering what I would write next. I was blocked for four years.

They grew up on the outside of society. They weren't looking for a fight. They were looking to belong.

Your mother is not crazy. Neither, contrary to popular belief, is your brother. He is merely miscast in a play. He would have made the perfect knight in a different century, or a very good pagan prince in a time of heroes. He was born in the wrong era, on the wrong side of the river, with the ability to do anything and finding nothing he wants to do.

I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.

Some are going, some are staying....i'm in between.