Its Easy To Lose Sight Of What

Reading A Book, For Me At Least, Is Like Traveling In Someone Else's World. If It's A Good Book, Then You Feel Comfortable And Yet Anxious To See What's Going To Happen To You There, What'll Be Around The Next Corner. But If It's A Lousy Book, Then It's Like Going Through Secaucus, New Jersey -- It Smells And You Wish You Weren't There, But Since You've Started The Trip, You Roll Up The Windows And Breathe Through Your Mouth Until You're Done.

Lying Is Too Much Trouble. You Have To Make Sure To Taste Each Word Before Letting It Off Your Tongue. I Hate That. It's Hard Enough Making People Understand Without Lying.

At A Boston Signing, Someone From The Audience Asked Why I Was So Obsessed With Furniture In My Books. The Question Rattled Around In My Head. I Had No Idea That I Was Obsessed With Furniture.

Just Write About What Bites You And Damn The Rest.

Even The Handsomest Men Do Not Have The Same Momentary Effect On The World As A Truly Beautiful Woman Does.