Sometimes I wonder what the difference is between being cautious and being dead.

Sometimes being fooled by love is worth the price. At least you know you're alive and capable of feeling, even if all you end up with is chest pain.

If you're unhappy, change something.

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.

There's nothing quite as irksome as someone else's mess.

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

Perhaps when we're forced to forfeit what we own, we lose any sentimental associations. Perhaps pawning our valuables frees us in the same way a house fire destroys not only our worldly goods, but our attachment to what's gone.