There were people who lied for gain, people who lied from pain, people who lied simply because the concept of telling the truth was utterly alien to them . . . and then there were people who lied because they were waiting for it to be time to tell the truth.

I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and fries.

A man without a sense of purpose, even one whose bank accounts are stuffed with money, is always a small man.

A lot of us grow up and we grow out of the literal interpretation that we get when we're children, but we bear the scars all our life. Whether they're scars of beauty or scars of ugliness, it's pretty much in the eye of the beholder.

The battle between good and evil is endlessly fascinating because we are participants every day.

I think there ought to be some serious discussion by smart people, really smart people, about whether or not proliferation of things like The Smoking Gun and TMZ and YouTube and the whole celebrity culture is healthy.

Sometimes the things presented to us as choices aren't choices at all.