How can you put on a meaningful drama when every fifteen minutes proceedings are interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits with toilet paper?

Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditorium of his skull.

I think I would like to be in Victorian times. Small town. Bandstands. Summer. That kind of thing. Without disease.

Coming up with ideas is the easiest thing on earth. Putting them down is the hardest.

Ideas are born from what is smelled, heard, seen, experienced, felt, emotionalized.

If survival calls for the bearing of arms, bear them you must. But the most important part of the challenge is for you to find another means that does not come with the killing of your fellow man.

Whenever you write, whatever you write, never make the mistake of assuming the audience is any less intelligent than you are.