When you write a book, you spend day after day scanning and identifying the trees. When you’re done, you have to step back and look at the forest.

I think that's what people most always do with the stuff they can't make out - just forget it.

Like anything else that happens on its own, the act of writing is beyond currency. Money is great stuff to have, but when it comes to the act of creation, the best thing is not to think of money too much. It constipates the whole process.

You discarded most of the lies along the way but held on to the one that said life mattered.

Belief in the supernatural or belief in wild talents like precognition and telepathy and telekinesis and things like that, it seems to me that belief in those things is just very, very freeing.

He lay back, put his arm over his eyes, and tried to hold onto the anger, because the anger made him feel brave. A brave man could think. A coward couldn't.

Mister, we deal in lead.