As we age, we become our parents; live long enough and we see faces repeat in time.
You people always hold onto old identities, old faces and masks, long after they've served their purpose. But you've got to learn to throw things away eventually.
Perhaps this is the ultimate freedom, eh, Dreamlord? The freedom to leave.
I was always so relieved that anyone wants to publish anything I've written.
For me, the glory of my first 25 years as a writer was I could put things off as long as I wanted.
Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you'd most like not to lose.