I write of the wish that comes true--for some reason, a terrifying thought.
If your writing doesn`t keep you up at night, it won`t keep anyone else up either".
They threw me off the haytruck about noon.
You have to wait for your mind to catch up with whatever it is it’s working on; then you can write a novel.
New York is not even a city, it's a congerie of rotten villages.
The hand that holds the money cracks the whip.