There are two types of people ... the scrutinizers and the scrutinized

I’ve always thought a novelist only has one character and that is himself or herself.

The narrative was too constricted; it was like a fetus strangling on its own umbilical cord.

Writing is manual labor of the mind: a job, like laying pipe.

Violence is the way stupid people try to level the playing field.

The world is divided up into two kinds of people - those who look at their body waste in the toilet bowl, and those who don't.

I started all over again on page 1, circling the 262 pages like a vulture looking for live flesh to scavenge.

The professional guts a book through - in full knowledge that what he is doing is not very good. Not to work is to exhibit a failure of nerve.

The point of a notebook is to jumpstart the mind.

Novels do take charge of the writer, and the writer is basically a kind of sheepdog just trying to keep things on track.

Because one has written other books does not mean the next becomes any easier.

Persistently worrying yourself over what life throws at you never makes it better but deters you from your set goals in life.

[Families] are made to make you forget yourself occasionally so that the beautiful balance of life is not destroyed.

Your heart is full of fertile seeds, waiting to sprout.

You had better live your best and act your best and think your best today; for today is the sure preparation for tomorrow and all the other tomorrows that follow.

In the future, there is no future.

Celebrity is more than a culture today; it is an industry, complete with fame factories.

How can one be pleasing to God when one is inflated with pride and self-love under the pretense of striving for Gods glory, while in fact one is seeking ones own glory?

The personality is defined by its inconsistencies, not its consistencies. It's what makes us unique and who we are.

It's always fun having Matt Davis on set. I definitely miss having him around, for sure.

You're filled with so much life. Is there any reason why all of us are not full of life?