[Prince Humperdinck] was seventy-five minutes away from his first female murder, and he wondered if he could get his fingers to her throat before even the start of a scream. He had been practicing on giant sausages all the afternoon and had the movements down pretty pat, but then, giant sausages weren’t necks and all the wishing in the world wouldn’t make them so.

I know something you do not know. I am not left-handed either.

A good writer is not someone who knows how to write- but how to rewrite

Love is many things none of them logical.

One of the easiest things in the world is not to write... If it were easy, everyone would do it.

The infant is ten and he stays.

You have a dizzying intellect.