All you need to do is hold on tight...and believe.

I’ve always said to people, "I don’t care what you call me as long as the checks don’t bounce and the family gets fed." But I never saw myself that way. I just saw myself as a novelist.

A great whispering noise began to rise in the woods on either side of the tracks, as if the forest had just noticed we were there and was commenting on it.

And didn't they say that, although curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought the beast back?

People can be stunningly unobservant.

But I think there are a set of experiences that turn a potential writer into a working writer, and then there are places in your life were you start to recognize what you want to do.

We're news junkies in my house.