Only when you have completed a novel, or a story, can you return to the beginning and revise or rewrite.

Nothing is accidental in the universe - this is one of my Laws of Physics - except the entire universe itself, which is Pure Accident, pure divinity.

Writing is a consequence of having been 'haunted' by material. Why this is, no one knows.

Blood transforms the warm bath water and, in it, I see weakly that this was a mistake. The razor's cut is not deep, nevertheless the blood rushes out happily in the warm water as if kin to it, the same tender substance. Rising a new person transformed with an icy sense of error I go to the sink and turn on cold water which is not friendly to blood. The cut is deeper than imagined.

A writer can't subtract or excise any of his/her past because doing so would erase the work produced during that time.

You are writing for your contemporaries - not for Posterity. If you are lucky, your contemporaries will become Posterity.

Her problem wasn't she was a dumb blonde, it was she wasn't a blonde and she wasn't dumb.