I'm moving to Nevada. Either there or kill myself.

If we're lucky, writer and reader alike, we'll finish the last line or two of a short story and then just sit for a minute, quietly. Ideally, we'll ponder what we've just written or read; maybe our hearts or intellects will have been moved off the peg just a little from where they were before. Our body temperature will have gone up, or down, by a degree. Then, breathing evenly and steadily once more, we'll collect ourselves, writers and readers alike, get up, "created of warm blood and nerves" as a Chekhov character puts it, and go on to the next thing: Life. Always life.

Writers will be judged by what they write.

A great danger, or at least a great temptation, for many writers is to become too autobiographical in their approach to their fiction. A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best.

My life is going to change. I feel it.

In the beginning, when I was trying to write, I couldnt turn off the outside world to the extent that I can now.

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.