If you worship power, you will feel weak and afraid, needing ever more power over others to keep the fear at bay.

One paradox of professional writing is that books written solely for money and/or acclaim will almost never be good enough to garner either.

How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.

Good literature makes your head throb heartlike

This might be one way to start talking about differences between the early postmodern writers of the fifties and sixties and their contemporary descendants.

Nothing brings you together like a common enemy.

Under fun's new administration, writing fiction becomes a way to go deep inside yourself and illuminate precisely the stuff you don't want to see or let anyone else see, and this stuff usually turns out (paradoxically) to be precisely the stuff all writers and readers share and respond to, feel.