Perhaps the truth is that heavy literature blooms in extremes of temperature.

Vincent van Gogh's mother painted all of his best things. The famous mailed decapitated ear was a figment of the public relations firm engaged by Van Gogh's dealer.

Twitter. It's not a good sound, is it? If it were worth doing, there would be a better word for it.

Many a person has been saved from summer alcoholism, not to mention hypertoxicity, by Dostoyevsky.

Twiddle-twiddle away at my softly clicky keyboard for a while, making twiddly adjustments all along- and then print what I have twiddled. Glare at the printout and snarl and curse and scribble almost illegibly all over it with a ballpoint pen. Go back to the machine and enter the scribbles. Repeat this procedure until I hate the very meaning of every word I know.

The last time somebody said, 'I find I can write much better with a word processor', I replied, 'They used to say the same thing about drugs'.

I think what's really hard is making sense and making what you write clear and smooth-flowing.