The only justification for writing a novel is that it should be wonderful. Adequate is inadequate.

The sensation of writing a book is the sensation of spinning, blinded by love and daring. It is the sensation of rearing and peering from the bent tip of a grass blade, looking for a route.

The mystique and the false glamour of the writing profession grow partly out of a mistaken belief that people who can express profound ideas and emotions have ideas and emotions more profound than the rest of us. It isn't so. The ability to express is a special gift with a special craft to support it and is spread fairly equally among the profound, the shallow, and the mediocre.

What matters is not publication or success (success is bad for your prose) but the practice of the imaginative act. Our damaged values depend on it.

The human desire to know why is as powerful as the desire to know what happened next, and it is a desire of a higher order.

What is the pattern of change?

The only justification for writing a novel is that it should be wonderful. Adequate is inadequate.