Writing fiction, especially a long work of fiction, can be a difficult, lonely job; it's like crossing the Atlantic Ocean in a bathtub. There's plenty of opportunity for self-doubt.

I've given up thinking - it keeps getting me into trouble.

I did a couple of writing seminars in Canada with high school kids. These were the bright kids; they all have computers, but they can't spell. Because spell-check won't [help] you if you don't know through from threw. I told them, "If you can read in the 21st century, you own the world." Because you learn to write from reading.

Sooner or later everything you thought you'd left behind comes around again. For good or ill, it comes around again.

Even when love isn't enough...somehow it is.

It's only a little secret, but having a secret makes me feel better. Like a human being again.

I work until beer o'clock.