I don't like the idea that I am going to come back as an ant or a sparrow if I don't get along in the great karma of life.

We sometimes need to create unreal monsters and bogies to stand in for all the things we fear in our real lives.

My books depend on someone in danger, putting pieces together and figuring things out. They do a lot of thinking, and that gets lost in the movie.

After the 9/11 apocalypse happened in New York City, people, particularly New Yorkers, who breathed in the ash, or saw the results of that, have a tendency to keep seeing echoes and having flashbacks to it.

Books and movies are like apples and oranges. They both are fruit, but taste completely different.

Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.

And I wonder if there is really any point to what I'm doing, or what I'm supposed to make of a world where a man can get rich playing "let's pretend