Here I am, ninety years old and ready for the cooling board, using a brand new Macintosh computer, and there you sit, twenty-two and gorgeous, fresh as a new peach, yet scrawling on a yellow legal pad like an old maid in a Victorian romance.

I enjoy going back and forth between plays and novels. It`s like having a wife and a mistress. Books are the wife; plays, the mistress.

Writing good dialogue is art as well as craft.

Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.

I like to hang out clothes on windy days. Sometimes that's all I feel like. A sheet on a line.

No, it's not a very good story - its author was too busy listening to other voices to listen as closely as he should have to the one coming from inside.

That's not such a bad thing,' he said to me. 'In nightmares we can think the worst. That's what they're for, I guess.