I like creating villains.

If you are writing any book about the end of the world, what you are really writing about is what's worth saving about it.

Behind every writer stands a very large bookshelf.

My inventing time is all done under the influence of aerobic exercise. Basically, I do all my thinking while I run.

I grew up during the Cold War, when everything seemed very tenuous. For many years, right up until the fall of the Berlin Wall, I had vivid nightmares of nuclear apocalypse.

We live, we die. Somewhere along the way, if we're lucky, we may find someone to help lighten the load.

This ravishing world. This achingly bittersweet, ravishing world.

I have any number of completely dark obsessions and fascinations, and none of this was present in my profile or my growing profile as a writer.

What strange places our lives can carry us to, what dark passages.

My theory of characterization is basically this: Put some dirt on a hero, and put some sunshine on the villain, one brush stroke of beauty on the villain.

My rule has always been, write the next part of the book that you seem to know well. So I won't necessarily write chapter two after chapter one.

Don’t try to get even with those who wrong you, get ahead.

Matt Hock was the first person who showed me how much fun and how cool it can be to be a Christian.

I have something to prove, as long as I know there's something that needs improvement, and you know that everytime I move, I make a woman's movement.

Everybody is entertained to death.

If you just literally stand still for a while, listen and think, things will eventually get sorted out.

Most every dental school has discount dental services.

I'll keep working as long as I live because singing has taken on the feeling of joy that I had when I started, when my only responsibility was to sing well.

I believe it doesn't matter what it is, as long as you can find something concrete to keep you busy while you are living your meaningless life.

One of the important things is that a lot of people forget that a biker club is a secret society.

Death is as near to the young as to the old; here is all the difference: death stands behind the young man's back, before the old man's face.