It was as hysterical as a woman having a hot flash.

All I ask is that you do as well as you can, and remember that, while to write adverbs is human, to write he said or she said is divine.

The sun was a molten coin burning a circle in the low-hanging overcast, surrounded by a fairy-ring of moisture.

It's like many other things in life, Ellie. You keep on the path and all's well. You get off it and the next thing you know you're lost if you're not lucky.

The idea for a novel is like a little tiny fire in a dark night. And, one by one, the characters come and stand around it and warm their hands.

Life turns on a dime.

I think telling stories is like pushing something. Pushing against uncreation itself, maybe.