Talent renders the whole idea of rehearsal meaningless; when you find something at which you are talented, you do it (whatever it is) until your fingers bleed or your eyes are ready to fall out of your head. Even when no one is listening (or reading or watching), every outing is a bravura performance, because you as the creator are happy. Perhaps even ecstatic.

Good luck is just bad luck with its hair combed.

As a rule, I don't worry about genre. I just want to tell a good story, with characters that interest me and my readers.

Grammar is...the pole you grab to get your thoughts up on their feet and walking.

Stories are relics, part of an undiscovered pre-existing world.

Explanations are such cheap poetry.

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.