I hate nature. I really do. Nature is composed entirely of sticks, dirt, fall-down places, biting and stinging things, and savageries too numerous to list. And I'm not the only one who feels this way. Man has been building cities since the year oughty-ought, just to get away from this stuff.

grief is an illness I can't recover from.

He might be a man without character, but she was a woman without courage. Of the two, which was worse?

I write letters to my right brain all the time. They're just little notes. And right brain, who likes to get little notes from me, will often come through within a day or two.

Writing isn't about the destination-writing is the journey that transforms the soul and gives meaning to all else.

I started writing seriously when I was 18, wrote my first novel when I was 22, and I've never stopped writing since.

There was an author who titled his books by days of the weeks and another one that used colors. Then there was Edward Gorey who wrote the book The Gashlycrumb Tinies, about the untimely death of 26 Victorian children, each representing a letter of the alphabet. I thought what a great way to link the titles.