Thinking is hard work, which is why you don't see many people doing it.

I love being single. It's almost like being rich.

I spent the first twenty years of my writing career preparing for the mystery genre, which is my favorite literary form.

Grief is as contagious as a yawn.

So much of the past in encapsulated in the odds and ends. Most of us discard more information about ourselves than we ever care to preserve. Our recollection of the past is not simply distorted by our faulty perception of events remembered but skewed by those forgotten. The memory is like twin orbiting stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what's evident forever affected by the gravity of what's concealed.

The beauty of word processing, God bless my word processor, is that it keeps the plotting very fluid. The prose becomes like a liquid that you can manipulate at will. In the old days, when I typed, every piece of typing paper was like cast in concrete.

There's a certain class of people who will do you in and then remain completely mystified by the depth of your pain.