In the heat of the Russian summer a sleeping car is the most horrible instrument of martyrdom imaginable.
I never laugh or smile when I am writing. When I come home for lunch after writing all morning my wife says I look like I just came home from a funeral. This is not bragging. This is an illness.
Here's my rule: You always want to pay cash for your own books because if...
Humor can be an incredible lacerating and effective weapon. And that is the...
My books are shelved in different places depending on the bookstore....
By Thursday morning, we'd gotten over the worst of it.
I don't hate L.A., but I'm nervous about becoming one of those people who...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
