You spend so much time wondering who you are, don't you think? You flounder about, searching for your identity, when most of the time it is plain as the nose on your face. You struggle with questions of purpose and need, and forget that the answers are found mostly inside yourselves.

Who would you be but who you are?

I have learned to do more with less, so you don't see the big books anymore.

It's better to die in pursuit of your dreams than to live a life without hope.

I haven't made up my mind about doing anymore Landover books.

I might add that you change as a person as you grow older, so you change as a writer, too.

You shouldn't believe everything you hear you're young, not stupid.