I spent the next fifteen minutes convincing a crying werewolf that I wasn’t going to hurt her. My life was getting too strange, even for me.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

I love animals, always have, and it seemed natural to help the ASPCA. Animals have no voice of their own, so we have to be that voice

I am not a morning person.

I always treated writing as a profession, never as a hobby. If you don't believe in yourself, no one else will.

Remember your personal demons should be afraid of you, because you are their home, their food, and as you heal, their executioner.

You'd think a sociopath assassin wouldn't have a fan following but he does

Zebrowski says that if you killed someone else just hide the body, he's not starting over on the paperwork.

Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.

My writing style is very sensual, as in sensory detail

The best lies are always at least partially true.

The price we pay for the anticipation of our future is anxiety about it.

You see things You keep quiet about them. You understand.

As I have said all along, for any trade promotion authority bill to gain my support, it must require strong, enforceable environmental and labor protections.

If you treat your children at home in the same way you treat your animals in the lab, your wife will scratch your eyes out. My wife ferociously warned me against experimenting on her babies.

We may divide characters into flat and round.

WEALTH AND HOW TO ACHIEVE IT: Let us define the wealthy man as he who has everything he desires. How to reach that happy condition? Two ways

Saving the world was merely a hobby. My *vocation* has been that of inspector of desert water holes.

It never hurts to think too highly of a person; often they become ennobled and act better because of it.

I, alas, must present myself somewhat ignominiously as a chef in a busy kitchen. Somewhere a novel is bubbling on a back burner, an old attempt at history may come out of the freezer.

God hath yoked to guilt her pale tormentor,--misery.