If I waited till I felt like writing, I'd never write at all.
I write because I want more than one life; I insist on a wider selection. It's greed, plain and simple.
It is not how much you love someone, but who you are when you are with him.
How plotless real life was!
I've always thought sleep was a wonderful invention. Not that being awake isn't nice too, of course. But when I get up in the morning, I think, boy, only fourteen more hours and I can be back to sleep again ... And I never dream, because it distracts my mind from pure sleeping.
I think it must be very hard to be one of the new young writers who are urged to put themselves forward when it may be the last thing on earth they'd be good at