One of the hardest parts of writing is writing from the gut or the heart or something like that rather than intellectually.

Men are mad and gods are madder, she told the grass, and the grass murmured its agreement.

Some battles are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens.

My dreams are the usual incoherent nonsense. Like most writers, at some point in my career I thought, well, I have these great dreams but I always forget them in the morning so I’ll leave a pad on my bedside table so I can write it down, and then you have some incredible dream and you write it down and the next morning you wake up and you’ve written ‘purple socks’.

The greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them.

I have been despised by better men than you.

Everything's better with some wine in the belly.