I write of the wish that comes true--for some reason, a terrifying thought.
You have to wait for your mind to catch up with whatever it is it’s working on; then you can write a novel.
You usually can tell when a writer is going down hill by the size of his liquor bill.
A guitar has moonlight in it.
They threw me off the haytruck about noon.
That's all it takes, one drop of fear to curdle love into hate.