The narrative was too constricted; it was like a fetus strangling on its own umbilical cord.

Writing is manual labor of the mind: a job, like laying pipe.

Violence is the way stupid people try to level the playing field.

I’ve always thought a novelist only has one character and that is himself or herself.

I started all over again on page 1, circling the 262 pages like a vulture looking for live flesh to scavenge.

The eleventh commandment of a motion picture negotiation: Thou shalt not take less than thy last deal.

There are two types of people ... the scrutinizers and the scrutinized