What men call adventures usually consist of the stoical endurance of appalling daily misery.
Death is the least civilized rite of passage.
It kills your writing if you try to manipulate it with crude politics.
By writing I can live in ways that I could not survive.
You really need to approach each book as if you have been a failure. . . . If you start to believe your flap-copy, you're finished as a writer.
You never know where you're going to find the same thoughts in another brain, but when it happens you know it right off, just like you were connected by a small electrical wire that suddenly glows red hot and sparks.