The soil of a man’s heart is stonier; a man grows what he can and tends it.

We're news junkies in my house.

...stopping a piece of work just because it's hard, either emotionally or imaginatively, is a bad idea. Sometimes you have to go on when you don't feel like it, and sometimes you're doing good work when if feels like all you're managing is to shovel sh*t from a sitting position.

Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.

If you say, Well, OK, I don't believe in God. There's no evidence of God, then you're missing the stars in the sky and you're missing the sunrises and sunsets and you're missing the fact that bees pollinate all these crops and keep us alive and the way that everything seems to work together. Everything is sort of built in a way that to me suggests intelligent design.

Death is when the monsters get you.

I'm still in love with what I do, with the idea of making things up, so hours when I write always feel like very blessed hours to me.