Major Major never sees anyone in his office while he's in his office.
I'm not one of these 'the characters write themselves; the story just fell out of me' kind of writers. Wish it was like that.
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.
Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.
The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.
If it comes down to a choice between being unloved and being vulnerable and sensitive and emotional, then you can just keep your love.
I suppose with any good writing and interesting characters, you can have that awfully overused word [. . . ] - a jouuuuuurney.
It is impossible to imagine a four-dimensional space. I personally find it hard enough to visualize a three-dimensional space!
When I'm performing, I hope my research and my experience with those things I'm talking about rings true.