It is not merely enough to love literature if one wishes to spend one's life as a writer. It is a dangerous undertaking on the most primitive level. For, it seems to me, the act of writing with serious intent involves enormous personal risk. It entails the ongoing courage for self-discovery. It means one will walk forever on the tightrope, with each new step presenting the possiblity of learning a truth about oneself that is too terrible to bear.

Writing is a holy chore.

People don't die from the old diseases any more. They die from new ones, but that's Progress, isn't it? Isn't it?

Any writer who pretends to a disaffection for recognition, I think they're being duplicitous.

You are not entitled to your opinion. You are entitled to your informed opinion. No one is entitled to be ignorant.

Love ain't nothing but sex misspelled.

They change scapegoats at the networks more regularly than some people change socks.