When you like something and you're pretty good at it and you can make a living doing it, you don't ask why. You just count your blessings and go with it.

I always think the insecurity is going to go away, but it's always there. Only bad writers think they're good.

I like to see the difference between good and evil as kind of like the foul line at a baseball game. It's very thin, it's made of something very flimsy like lime, and if you cross it, it really starts to blur where fair becomes foul and foul becomes fair.

The muse is not an angelic voice that sits on your shoulder and sings sweetly. The muse is the most annoying whine. The muse isn't hard to find, just hard to like - she follows you everywhere, tapping you on the shoulder, demanding that you stop doing whatever else you might be doing and pay attention to her.

Life's pretty good, and why wouldn't it be? I'm a pirate, after all.

We had a pretty good lead, so why push it.