It's hard for me to believe that people who read very little (or not at all in some cases) should presume to write and expect people to like what they have written.

Belief in the supernatural or belief in wild talents like precognition and telepathy and telekinesis and things like that, it seems to me that belief in those things is just very, very freeing.

Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.

Panic is highly contagious, especially in situations when nothing is known and everything is in flux.

Sometimes [...] real love is silent as well as blind.

You'll consider what you did wrong & bookend your reflections with hunger - no supper, no breakfast.

Sometimes stories cry out to be told in such loud voices that you write them just to shut them up.