Working on a new idea is kind of like getting married. Then a new idea comes along and you think, 'Man, I'd really like to go out with her.' But you can't. At least not until the old idea is finished.

Pray for rain all you like, but dig a well as you do it.

I'm afraid of all kinds of things. I'm afraid of failing at whatever story I'm writing - that it won't come up for me, or that I won't be able to finish it.

Of course when you were running with the bottom dogs, what you mostly saw were paws, claws, and assholes.

God and the afterlife and all that is certainly a subject that's interested me, and I think it interests me more the older that I get.

Death, but not for you, gunslinger. Never for you. You darkle. You tinct. May I be brutally frank? You go on.

Everything in moderation. And that includes a couple of beers a day.