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.

If high heels were so wonderful, men would still be wearing them.

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

People talk about dysfunctional families; I've never seen any other kind.

Writing is not about making a buck, not about publishers and agents. Writing is not about feeling good. Writing is about pain, suffering, hard work, risk, and fear.

Who knows what part we play in other people's dreams?

I only get writer's block about once a day.