All artists as a type seem to suffer a great deal, but then so do miners.

One of the curious effects of a bad hangover is that you think you're wrong whether you are or not. Not wrong in particulars, but wrong in general, wrong about everything.

The days are stacked against what we think we are.

That is simply the most beautiful publishing office in the world, with that cranky old building in that wonderful park.

What cannot be said, will get wept.

The only advice I can give to aspiring writers is don't do it unless you're willing to give your whole life to it. Red wine and garlic also helps.

Because most writers have totally unrealistic concepts of how publishing works.