If you can't laugh when things go bad--laugh and put on a little carnival--then you're either dead or wishing you were.
Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?
Stories are relics, part of an undiscovered pre-existing world.
Money means I can support my family and still do what I love. Not very many people can say that in this world, and not many writers can say that.
If I cannot horrify, I'll go for the gross out. I'm not proud.
Outlines are the last resource of bad fiction writers who wish to God they were writing masters' theses.