Sometimes you can tell a large story with a tiny subject.
I was shaking all over, and it wasn't from the vampire. Memories have teeth, too.
Remember your personal demons should be afraid of you, because you are their home, their food, and as you heal, their executioner.
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you've been mean to someone, they won't believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it's time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.
There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people will try to make you miserable; don't help them by doing the job yourself.
We are not made up only of our light and happiness but also of darkness and sorrow. To deny the darkness of yourself is to deny half of who you are, and when you love, truly love, you need to love the whole person not just the part that smiles and waves, but the part that thinks murderous thoughts and knows that pain is both pleasure and temptation, but still thinks puppies are really cute.
Over the course of my career, which is about 40 years, I've visited plenty of prisons and I know what they're like.
I'm happy with the people that I have around me. And they've been friends of mine since I was young, for a very long time.
I love Hawaii. I really enjoy surfing in Oahu, and Waianae is such a great area. And Maui - I like Maui a lot, too.
I'm boggled by the idea of being an only child. I know nothing at all (I'm happy to say) about having had a cold and withholding mother, about being divorced. The more I've been writing novels, each novel I've written has become successively less grounded in anything approaching autobiography.