Panic is highly contagious, especially in situations when nothing is known and everything is in flux.

There are all sorts of dream interpretations, Freud's being the most notorious, but I have always believed they served a simple eliminatory function, and not much more - that dreams are the psyche's way of taking a good dump every now and then.

Love isn't soft, like the poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

I always drank, from when it was legal for me to drink. And there was never a time for me when the goal wasn't to get as hammered as I could possibly afford to. I never understood social drinking, that's always seemed to me like kissing your sister.

I have an idea of how the book will finish up, but it very rarely finishes up the way that I think it's going to.

Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.

But I think there are a set of experiences that turn a potential writer into a working writer, and then there are places in your life were you start to recognize what you want to do.