In a novel, if you're any good, you don't just have good people or bad people. You have complicated people. You have real people.

Something was badly amiss with the spiritual life of the planet...Too many demons inside people claiming to believe in God.

Once you put a thought into the world, it can be disagreed with, but it can't be unthought.

How to forgive the world for its beauty, which merely disguises its ugliness; for its gentleness, which merely cloaks its cruelty; for its illusion of continuity, seamlessly, as the night follows the day, so to speak- whereas in reality life is a series of brutal raptures, falling upon your defenseless hands, like the blows of a woodman's axe?

I am on Facebook, but mainly as a way to spy on my children. I find out more about them from their Facebook pages than from what they tell me.

This may be the curse of human race . Not that we are different from one anther , but we are so alike .

If you're on a freeway and want to know if you're being followed, what you do is enormously vary your speed. You accelerate to 100 and slow down to 30 and then accelerate again. In a city, you make a lot of turns against the stream of traffic. You go around a roundabout twice.