I like to hang out clothes on windy days. Sometimes that's all I feel like. A sheet on a line.

We lie best when we lie to ourselves.

Most books about writing are filled with bullshit. Fiction writers, present company included, don’t understand very much about what they do—not why it works when it’s good, not why it doesn’t when it’s bad.

Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.

As far as where I go when I die, the concept that I am simple going to flick out, like a light bulb, to me is not only spiritually impossible to believe, but logically it is laughable - the idea that we simply die and nothing happens.

I have two amazing things in my life: I'm pain-free and I'm debt-free.

The woman had looked into the abyss and then walked out across it.