In the end we always wear out our worries. That’s what Wireman says.

You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or despair ... Come to it any way but lightly.

Stephenie Meyer can’t write worth a darn. She’s not very good.

I'm seen as somebody who writes for adults because I'm an older man myself. Some of them find me, and a lot of them don't.

Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.

I was sitting one day and thinking about cannibalism, because that's what guys like me do... and I thought, suppose a guy was washed up on a rocky island, how much of himself could he eat?

She felt like someone who drowns remembering what it was like to still be on the boat, so calm and at ease, so carelessly safe