Nothing ever seems straightforward in Venice, least of all its romances.

Jane Austen wrote six of the most beloved novels in the English language, we are informed at the end of Becoming Jane, and so she did. The key word is beloved. Her admirers do not analyze her books so much as they just plain love them to pieces.

The Muse visits during the process of creation, not before.

Fight Club is a thrill ride masquerading as philosophy - the kind of ride where some people puke and others can't wait to get on again.

I find that when I am actually writing, I enter a zone of concentration too small to admit my troubles.

If you find an occupation you love and spend your entire life working at it, is that enough?

Aren't you getting tired of people hating one another? What do they think they get out of it?