I've always been a fan of just extreme things. Whether it be in movies, books, TV or real life.
None of us suddenly becomes something overnight. The preparations have been in the making for lifetime.
You're supposed to get tired planting bulbs. But it's an agreeable tiredness.
Much of the activity we think of as writing is, actually, getting ready to write.
I work continuously within the shadow of failure. For every novel that makes it to my publisher's desk, there are at least five or six that died on the way. And even with the ones I do finish, I think of all the ways they might have been better.
At times. . . one is downright thankful for the self-absorption of other people.
What did a few ripples in the flesh matter when, all too soon, now or later, that flesh would be making its return journey to dust?
Days, weeks, months, years," said the boy. "Minutes and hours and seconds. I don't know about any of those things.
One of the great things about our democracy is it expresses itself in all sorts of ways. And that includes people protesting. I've been the subject of protests during the course of my eight years and I suspect that there's not a president in our history that at some point hasn't been subject to these protests.
I just imagine all the other runners are big spiders, and then I get super scared.
My friends call me Clark Kent: I'm known to change in phone booths.