Agents and publishers only want one thing - good writing.

Writing is a subtle art that is reached mostly by self-discovery and experimentation.

Sometimes, a word succeeds beyond the wildest dreams of its creators, like a virus sent into the world to infect common speech.

The fun one can have writing books about books is limitless, to be honest.

We were developing a machine that used egg white, heat and sugar to synthesize methanol when a power surge caused an implosion. Owens was meringued. By the time we chipped him out the poor chap had expired.

Anything devised by man has bureaucracy, corrpution and error hardwired at inception.

I also read about Heathcliff's unexpected three-year career in Hollywood under the name Buck Stallion and his eventual return to the pages of Wuthering Heights.