Writers are egotists. All artists are. They can’t be altruists and get their work done. And writers love to whine about the Solitude of the Author’s Life, and lock themselves into cork-lined rooms or droop around in bars in order to whine better. But although most writing is done in solitude, I believe that it is done, like all the arts, for an audience. That is to say, with an audience. All the arts are performance arts, only some of them are sneakier about it than others.

Stories are what death thinks he puts an end to. He can't understand that they end in him, but they don't end with him.

To read and to write. Some writers have to be told to write. They think their job is to meet agents and have experiences and they can just be rich and famous. Their job is to write. Some really don't realize that. And you can't write unless you read.

The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.

Scientific truth will out, you can't hide the sun under a stone.

There's nothing wrong with me...except acute chronic fear.

There are no right answers to wrong questions.