It wasn't just love that held people together. There was secrets, and the price you paid to keep them.

When you put on a clown suit and a rubber nose, nobody has any idea what you look like inside.

It wasn't just love that held people together. There was secrets, and the price you paid to keep them.

Reading in bed can be heaven, assuming you can get just the right amount of light on the page and aren't prone to spilling your coffee or cognac on the sheets.

Somebody said the prospect of eminent death has a wonderful clarifying effect on the mind. And I don't know if that's true, but I do think it probably causes some changes, some evolution in the way a person works. But on a day-by-day basis, I just still enjoy doing what I'm doing.

I believe the first draft of a book — even a long one — should take no more than three months…Any longer and — for me, at least — the story begins to take on an odd foreign feel, like a dispatch from the Romanian Department of Public Affairs, or something broadcast on high-band shortwave duiring a period of severe sunspot activity.

Legends grow beards, and twenty-three years is plenty of time to grow a long one.