Somewhere between apathy and anarchy lies the thinking human being.

I find dictating in the mass media particularly good because you're writing for voice anyway; you're writing for people to say a line and, consequently, saying a line through a machine is quite a valid test for the validity of what you're saying.

If it sounds good as you say it, likely as not it'll sound good when an actor's saying it.

I'd rather go along with this sense of illusion that I'm a neutral beast going along through life doing everything that's preordained.

The writer's no different. When he's rejected, that paper is rejected, in a sense, a sizeable fragment of the writer is rejected as well. It's a piece of himself that's being turned down.

Writers, like most human beings, are adaptable creatures. They can learn to accept subordination without growing fond of it. No writer can forever stand in the wings and watch other people take the curtain calls while his own contributions get lost in the shuffle.

Not since the British raided Cologne had so many bombs landed in such a small space in such a short time.