You Bring Your Own Weather To The

Part Of The Human Condition Is That We All Think That We Are Uniquely Complex While Everyone Else Is Somewhat Simpler To Read. That Is Not True, Of Course. We All Have Our Own Dreams And Hopes And Wants And Lust And Heartaches. We All Have Our Own Brand Of Crazy

...desperation Can Toy With You And If You Give Desperation Any Wiggle Room, It Will Find Alternative Answers

You Don't Worry About Happiness And Fulfilment When You're Starving.

What I Love About The Thriller Form Is That It Makes You Write A Story. You Can't Get Lost In Your Own Genius, Which Is A Dangerous Place For Writers. You Don't Want To Ever Get Complacent. If A Book Starts Going Too Well, I Usually Know There's A Problem. I Need To Struggle. I Need That Self-doubt. I Need To Think It's Not The Best Thing Ever.

Its Funny How You Can Let Yourself Forget For Seconds, How Even In The Heat Of The Horrible, You Can Have Moments When You Fool Yourself Into Thinking It Might All Be Okay