She can't help it,' he said. 'She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog.

I don't spend the day writing. I'll maybe write fresh copy for two hours, and then I'll go back and revise some of it and print what I like and then turn it off.

He would write it for the reason he felt that all great literature, fiction and nonfiction, was written: truth comes out, in the end it always comes out. He would write it because he felt he had to.

I've given up thinking - it keeps getting me into trouble.

Formula: Second Draft = First Draft minus 10%.

The old sleep poorly. Perhaps they stand watch.

Words create sentences; sentences create paragraphs; sometimes paragraphs quicken and begin to breathe.