Like Most Creative People I Don't Fit

I Try Not To Worry About Rewriting Books That Worked Well The First Time. I'm Too Busy Writing New Books To Worry About Things That Are Already In Print

I Hate Women Who Complain About Being Fat When They're Like A Size 5. Anything Under Size 5 Isn't A Woman. It's A Boy With Breasts.

Was A Clear, Pale Blue Like The Eyes Of A Siberian Husky Dog. Human Beings Just Didn't Have Eyes Like That.

Larry Is Back In Town...the Wedding Is Set For October. Tammy Is Threatening To Have Me In The Wedding. Some Friends They Are.

Edward's Grief If You Die Will Be A Terrible Thing. It Will Hurt Him, A Lot, And Men Like Him Never Grieve Alone. He Will Spread His Grief All Over Us, Not Because We Failed, But Because It'll Give Him Something To Focus On So He Doesn't Have To Feel The Pain.