Beauty is in the eye of the gazer.
I was in L. A. in '08. It was a cold Saturday night. I had spread my phone number out to a score of women and was just indulging this sweet, sad, elegiac, bale loneliness - don't tell me you haven't been there.
I don't think I will write anything that could be even remotely considered a genre novel from this point on. I think I've graduated.
I'm trying to be less bombastic. I love my books. I think I've done things nobody else has done.
I don't think I came out of anybody. I think I developed out of the influences I described in My Dark Places. American history, L. A. of the 1950s. I'm comfortable with that.
My guys are morally weak, and they reach toward a tenuous knowledge of self-sacrifice, and sometimes it's too late. I find that moving. It's not a life I'd want to live. But, then, I'm not completely my books.
I'm not interested in popular culture. I hate Quentin Tarantino. I rarely go to movies. I hate rock 'n' roll. I work. I think. I listen to classical music. I brood. I like sports cars.
The true definition of a perennial: Any plant which, had it lived, would have bloomed year after year.
God bless my soul, woman, the more personal you are the better! This is a story of human beings - not dummies! Be personal - be prejudiced - be catty - be anything you please! Write the thing your own way. We can always prune out the bits that are libellous afterwards!
Fixing your heartbreak by getting into another relationship is not the way to live your life - you need to live it on your terms for a while.
Guinevere and Arthur's story is so about the passion. It's about the sexual attraction between them. You can't have that story and show that sexual attraction with them kissing, and then shut the door. It just doesn't work. It's such an important part of their relationship and what happens in Camelot later on. It's who they are and how they bond.