Luck can only get you so far.

The only reason to delay at this point was because the immediate prospect was so deeply uninviting.

Every writer prefers good reviews over bad ones, and every writer wants to have lots of readers. But if it doesn't happen, that's fine too. Perhaps I won't throw a party then; I'll simply go home and keep writing.

Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often. Best to say nothing at all, my dear man.

It is not about striving for immortality, but about accepting mortality.

One of my regrets would be that I will never again have the pleasure of sneaking into a cafe, any cafe I like, sitting down and diving into my world and no one knowing what I am doing and no one bothering about me and being totally anonymous, that was fantastic

Because - oh shut up laughing, you two - because they've just been turned down by girls they asked to the ball!