A work of fiction is conceived very much the same way as a dream occurs in the mind of a sleeper.
I like to repaint rooms, to redecorate. My dream would be to have pieds-à-terre in various places.
Why not me? Suffering, she understood, is, in fact, random, universal.
The heart of another is a dark forest.
To be happy--one must find one's bliss
When I'm traveling to promote my book, I feel like an artful impostor. What I really am is when I'm in my (painter's) studio and when I'm writing. With actors, it's the same thing. They're kind of artful impostors in public. When you get to know them, they're different people.