The wonder is that so many OCDs manage to live productive lives, just the same. They work, they eat (often not enough or too much, it's true), they go to the movies, they make love to their girlfriends and boyfriends, their wives and husbands... and all the time those birds are there, clinging to them and pecking away little bits of flesh.

But it's writing, damn it, not washing the car or putting on eyeliner. If you can take it seriously, we can do business. If you can't or won't, it's time for you to close the book and do something else. Wash the car, maybe.

If you don't have the time to read, you don't have the time or the tools to write.

I like to end stories where the readers have a little room to run. They can resolve things as they like in their own mind.

I watched Titanic when I got back home from the hospital, and cried. I knew that my IQ had been damaged.

The sandwich he made was bologna and cheese, his favorite. All the sandwiches he made were his favorites; that was one of the advantages of being single.

Once I fell in love with books, I fell in love completely.