I don't see why escapist literature shouldn't also be a work of art.

Authors always take rejection badly. They equate it with infanticide.

Work did bestow dignity, status, meaning. Wasn't that why people dreaded unemployment, why some men found retirement so traumatic?

Youth goes caparisoned in immortality.

It shows considerable wisdom to know what you want in life and then to direct all your energies towards getting it.

I love the idea of bringing order out of disorder which is what the mystery is about. I like the way in which it affirms the sanity of human life and exorcises irrational guilts.

Publishers don't nurse you; they buy and sell you.