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

Words create sentences; sentences create paragraphs; sometimes paragraphs quicken and begin to breathe.

The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there... and still on your feet.

Bloom never pissed me off because there are critics out there, and he's one of them, who take their ignorance about popular culture as a badge of intellectual prowess.

I’m not particularly keen on writing which exhaustively describes the physical characteristics of the people in the story and what they’re wearing… I can always get a J. Crew catalogue… …So spare me, if you please, the hero’s ‘sharply intelligent blue eyes’ and ‘outthrust determined chin’.

Mister, we deal in lead.

Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?