He realized now that a lot of the problem had been his own mind, which was usually moving at a speed ten or twenty times that of his classmates. They had thought him strange, weird, or even suicidal, depending on the escapade in question, but maybe it had been a simple case of mental overdrive-if anything about being in constant mental overdrive was simple. Anyway, it was the sort of thing you got under control after a while-you got it under control or you found outlets for it.

I'd like to learn French well enough to write in that language.

Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.

It's best to have your tools with you. If you don't, you're apt to find something you didn't expect and get discouraged.

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.

The writer's original perception of a character or characters may be as erroneous as the reader's.

The idea that America exists in a culture of violence is bullshit. What America exists in is a culture of Kardashian.