Wouldn’t it be nice if everything balanced in the world? If right came out on top and wrong was punished. It sure would be simple.
Half full, half empty, what the hell difference does it make? If there’s something in the damn glass, drink it.
My fondest wish, I suppose, would be to die at the keyboard right after finishing a book, perhaps with a little time off to have some really good sex. It’s not, ‘Oh, thank God, this is book No. 250. I can die now.’
If you write in category, you write knowing there’s a framework, there are reader expectations.
If you can’t dance on it, it isn’t coffee.
Pretending the past doesn’t exist is as bad as living in it.
Grudges are bridges with faulty spans. Falling off one is a lot more rewarding than getting stuck on the other side.
Love is very funny business. And sex – well, let’s face it, sex is hysterical.
I find I use the Internet more and more. It’s just an invaluable tool. I do most of my research on the Net now – and certainly do the bulk of my communicating through email.
I don’t believe for one moment you can write well what you wouldn’t read for pleasure.
I’d always loved to read – and come from a family of readers – but I never thought about writing as a career.
I would hope that my writing’s cleaner than it was when I started.
She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion.
Necessity is often the mother of balls.
I generally write a first draft that’s pretty lean. Just get the story down.
I long for typical days, but rarely get them any more.
I read a lot – and I read a variety of genres.
We make our own choices and we’re each responsible for them. Blame and credit belong to the individual. You haven’t the right to claim either from someone else.
People in hell want snowcones.
The most important aspect of any story, to me, is character.