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.

you must not come lightly to the blank page.

My wife has told me since that I was hungover every mornng until about two in the afternoon, and from five until midnight I was drunk out of my mind. So she says there was this period of about three hours when she could talk to me like a rational human being.

Stephenie Meyer can’t write worth a darn. She’s not very good.

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.

The book is not the important part. The book is the delivery system. The important part is the story and the talent.

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