Tell him he's wrong. Tell him that even if he's right about waiting, he's right for the wrong reasons, and that makes him all the way wrong.

My friend wants to get moving and so do I,' Eddie said. 'We've got miles to go yet.' I know that. It's on your face, son. Like a scar.' Eddie was fascinated by the idea of duty and ka as something that left a mark, something that might look like decoration to one eye and disfigurement to another. Outside, thunder cracked and lightning flashed.

I'm one of those people who doesn't really know what he thinks until he writes it down.

Hemingway sucks. If I set out to write that way, it would have been been hollow and lifeless because it wasn't me.

I write about rats because they scare the hell out of me. I think we tend to write out our phobias.

Talent is a dull knife that will cut nothing unless it is wielded with great force.

I do have one slightly crooked wheel upstairs, but everything else is ticking along just four-o, thank you very much.