He Found Pendergast's Cool Gaze On Him,

He Found Pendergast's Cool Gaze On Him, And He Fidgeted. He'd Forgotten About Those Eyes. They Made You Feel Like You Had Just Been Stripped Of Your Secrets.

It's A Very Bad Habit, But One I Find Hard To Break.

A Human Being Creates Complexity By Writing A Novel On The Surface Of Paper; A Weather System Creates Complexity By Writing Waves On The Surface Of An Ocean. What Is The Difference Between The Information Carried In The Words Of A Novel And The Information Carried On The Waves Of The Sea? Listen, And The Waves Will Speak, And Someday, I Tell You, You Will Write Your Thoughts On The Surface Of The Sea.

When I'm Writing Fiction I'm Thinking, God, This Is So Hard - I Have To Make All This Stuff Up! I Wish I Were Writing A Nonfiction Book Where All The Facts Are Laid Out And I Don't Have To Be So Much At Sea.

Where Are You From, Mr. Pendergast? Can't Quite Place The Accent.” “new Orleans.” “what A Coincidence! I Went There For Mardi Gras Once." “how Nice For You. I Myself Have Never Attended.” Ludwig Paused, The Smile Frozen On His Face, Wondering How To Steer The Conversation Onto A More Pertinent Topic.