Write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open. Your stuff starts out being just for you, in other words, but then it goes out. Once you know what the story is and get it right — as right as you can, anyway — it belongs to anyone who wants to read it. Or criticize it.

What Jack didn't understand was that no matter where he went, the same asshole got off the plane.

I'm still in love with what I do, with the idea of making things up, so hours when I write always feel like very blessed hours to me.

Resistance to change is proportional to how much the future might be altered by any given act.

I have the world's best job. I get paid to hang out in my imagination all day.

You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.

When the dawn was still long hours away, bad thoughts took on flesh and began to walk. In the middle of the night thoughts became zombies.