“When did an old white guy yelling at me, telling me what to think become news? What gives him the right to tell me what to think? When was the last time he was in Iraq or Afghanistan or Sri Lanka… or anywhere that didn't have a beach?”

“I think I know what you did last night. If you send me a thousand dollars, I won't tell your wife.”

“Wow. The guy can make me feel stupid even when he's telling me I don't have to let him make me feel stupid.”

“When I tell her what I’m thinking and she tells me what she’s thinking, our each ideas jumping into the other’s head, like coulouring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green.”

“When were you going to tell me?"
He demanded. "Tell you what? That you can be a real asshole? How about right now.”

“Take a good look at me. Now tell me, do you think I'm the sort of fellow who gives a fuck what happens once he's dead?”

“When obedience to God contradicts what I think will give me pleasure, let me ask myself if I love Him.”

“If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads.”

“I don’t write stories to tell readers what to think, or even tell them what I think; I write stories to show me what I think. Writing is always a journey of discovery that way, as suspenseful for me as I hope it will be for the audience.”

“This is what happens when you get old. You start thinking. Worse, you start telling everybody what you think.”