I'm 78, I'm on my pension in Ireland, and all that good stuff

I wouldn't encourage new writers to start off publishing through electronic media... it still isn't wide enough for the readership they would need to get a good start

I have a shelf of comfort books, which I read when the world closes in on me or something untoward happens

But I will say that living in Ireland has changed the cadence and fullness of speech, since the Irish love words and use as many of them in a sentence as possible

Make no judgments where you have no compassion.

I think the Internet, particularly the availability of information, is great. I do a lot of correspondence on-line and have a chat line to talk to my fans as well

I did not have a chance to write novels until my youngest child started school fulltime

I think writers need windows on a view to remind them that a whole world is out there, not the minutiae with which they might be dealing on a close scale

How much can a dragon carry? As much as it thinks it can

What I used to do between writing fits was feed my kids, ride my horse and go shopping for cat and dog food.

Living is struggling to do something impossible; To succeed or die, knowing that you had tried.

Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile some have a sad expression some are pensive and diffident others again are plain honest and upright.

A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game.

The financial implode is bound to be reflected in the movies that are being made, there's no question.

I believe that you are only in control of so much. So whatever you are not in control of you can't worry about.

I feel that if you can transcend the color of your skin, with your talent, why carry that as a badge or a label?

Venom were the first thrash band i heard on record-it really pushed me to the best!

Black metal seemed way deeper than anything else, and I kind of got addicted to it.

Don’t just play the game – change it for good.

I've gotten into this nasty habit of running away from love, but maybe one day I can find the exception to that.

America is a mere bully, from one end to the other, and the Bostonians by far the greatest bullies.