Normally when I read, I don't like music playing.
My love for Dan Brown knows no bounds. It literally has no mass.
Realism can break a writer's heart.
We all owe death a life.
I do think there was a period there when my sanity was under intense pressure, and I didn't know what to say or do or how to act. I was literally living from day to day.
It's so disappointing, to put it mildly, that people know so much about my life. Because it means that they're always trying to look at my books in terms of my life.