Any writer worth the name is always getting into one thing or getting out of another thing.

The grand canyon which yawns between the writer's concept of what he wants to capture in words and what comes through is a cruel abyss.

Life owes me a living worth living. Yes, Eden regarded life as her debtor, she its relentless paymaster.

we dig our graves with our teeth.

Few enjoy noisy overcrowded functions. But they are a gesture of goodwill on the part of host or hostess, and also on the part of guests who submit to them.

A woman has to be twice as good as a man to go half as far.

writing is the loneliest job in the world. There's always that frustrating chasm to bridge between the concept and the writing of it. We're a harassed tribe, we writers.