Try pitching a story of happiness to your editors and their toes are going to curl up.

...crushed between the fears of going forward and the dread of going back.

To ask a novelist to talk about his novels is like asking somebody to cook about their dancing.

My father had osteomyelitis-his left arm was withered between his elbow and his shoulder ... . But the amputation of a Stone Age man called Leaf, a stoneworker, does not relate to my father at all.

Retiring from writing is not to retire from life, but retiring from writing is to avoid the inevitable bitterness which a writing career is bound to deliver as its end product, in almost every case.

There is no remedy for death--or birth--except to hug the spaces in between. Live loud. Live wide. Live tall.

Try pitching a story of happiness to your editors and their toes are going to curl up.