One of life's great truths is this: when one is about to be struck by a speeding six-hundred pound Coke machine, one need worry about little else.

And she sees that the moonlight is losing its orange glow. It has become buttery, and will soon turn to silver.

It was always a pleasure to write. I can never think of a time when I just hacked something out to fulfil a contract or meet a deadline. I might have hacked things out, but it was always stuff I loved.

...women are better at keeping secrets, but men are more comfortable with them.

I wouldn't have missed a single minute of it, Not for the whole world.

Writing's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.

It was life, often unsatisfying, frequently cruel, usually boring, sometimes beautiful, once in a while exhilarating.