Why does everyone think that I am a cruel and insensitive man? I mean, come on, I have kids... on my desk in little jars!

Most gothics are overplotted novels whose success or failure hinges on the author's ability to make you believe in the characters and partake of the mood.

Cats were the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there. There were a great many of them who never grew old by the fire.

I understand that each one of us works at a different speed, and has a slightly different process. I understand that these writers are painstaking, wanting each sentence-each word-to carry weight... I know it’s not laziness, but respect for the work, and I understand from my own work that haste makes waste. But I also understand that life is short, and that in the end, none of us is prolific. The creative spark dims, and then death puts it out. William Shakespeare, for instance, hasn’t produced a new play for 400 years. That, my friends, is a long dry spell.

If you don’t have the time to do something right, where are you going to find the time to fix it?

Want a Coke?” Abra asked. “Sugar solves lots of problems, that’s what I think.

Money can't buy off the lightning.