The point of a notebook is to jumpstart the mind.

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

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

The world is divided up into two kinds of people - those who look at their body waste in the toilet bowl, and those who don't.

Because one has written other books does not mean the next becomes any easier.

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

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