It was best not to think, not to analyze. It was best to accept and act.
I don't believe for one moment you can write well what you wouldn't read for pleasure.
I would hope that my writing's cleaner than it was when I started.
If you don't ask, the answer is always no.
It's Major Ketchup in the bathroom with the laser scalpel." "Hmm." He sliced a delicately herbed spear of asparagus. "Obviously we were meant for each other as I can interpret that as you meaning something more like Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the candlestick.
He looked around when he heard a window-rattling roar. "Earthquake? Volcano? Nuclear war?" "Beaver," Peter told him. "I don't care if it is Alaska, you don't have beavers big enough to sound like that.