Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she's actually here. Then he can make her up as she goes along.

Writing is very improvisational. It's like trying to fix a broken sewing machine with safety pins and rubber bands. A lot of tinkering.

Once you publish a book, it is out of your control. You cannot dictate how people read it.

Time folds you in its arms and gives you one last kiss, and then it flattens you out and folds you up and tucks you away until it's time for you to become someone else's past time, and then time folds again.

Starlet sex scandal. Giant squid involved.

She knows herself to be at the mercy of events, and she knows by now that events have no mercy.

Never pray for justice, because you might get some.