All bad writers are in love with the epic.

Worry destroys the ability to write.

But in the meantime all the life you have or ever will have is today, tonight, tomorrow, today, tonight, tomorrow, over and over again (I hope).

The hard part about writing a novel is finishing it.

The house was built on the highest part of the narrow tongue of land between the harbor and the open sea. It had lasted through three hurricanes and it was built solid as a ship.

I rewrote the ending of 'Farewell to Arms' 39 times before I was satisfied.

There are some things which cannot be learned quickly, and time, which is all we have, must be paid heavily for their acquiring.