He wished he had inhabited more of his life, used it better, filled it fuller.
My decision to start a new one is just that, a decision, since I never get inspirations.
I'm too shy for personal appearances, and I've found out that anytime I talk about my writing, I can't do any writing for many weeks afterward.
I've never quite believed that one chance is all I get
When I read, I'm purely a reader
I was standing in the schoolyard waiting for a child when another mother came up to me. Have you found work yet? she asked. Or are you still just writing?