Hope Is Cruel. Hope Reminds Me Of

A Novel Is Like A Sausage. You Might Like The Final Taste But You Don't Want To See How It Was Made.

This Is The Price You Pay For Having A Great Father. You Get The Wonder, The Joy, The Tender Moments - And You Get The Tears At The End, Too.

Amazing What We Can Self-rationalize When We Really Want Something

Genius Is A Curse. That's How I Look At It. Some Think That The Brilliant Comprehend The Universe In A Way The Rest Of Us Can't. They See The World How It Truly Is—and That Reality Is So Horrible The Lose Their Minds. Clarity Leads To Insanity.

If I Had, Say, A Tall, Amateur Male Lead Living On The Campus Of A Rural College (six Years), The Next Book Might Feature A Short, Cop Who Lives In The Heart Of Manhattan (missing You).