Everything we do has consequences.
That vision of a common culture is now simply a remote wistfulness.
You just don't know writers. They'll use anything, anybody. They'll eat their young.
Just letting it out is one of the definitions of bad art.
The thing about imagination is that by the very act of putting it down, there must be some truth in one's own imagination.
I haven't had a single moment of terror since they told me [I was dying]. My only regret is to die four pages too soon. If I can finish, then I'm quite happy to go.