First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.
The novel's not organized like a screenplay. If you shot the novel, you'd have a twelve-hour movie.
The real fear isn't rejection, but that there won't be enough time in your life to write all the stories that you have in you.
You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
When the wind is right, a faint odor of kerosene is exhaled from Senator McCarthy.
I love the musical form of books. It's a different way of doing things, it's very beautiful. You're able to sing things instead of saying them. So what the heck - why not do them?