I understand that each one of us works at a different speed, and has a slightly different process. I understand that these writers are painstaking, wanting each sentence-each word-to carry weight... I know it’s not laziness, but respect for the work, and I understand from my own work that haste makes waste. But I also understand that life is short, and that in the end, none of us is prolific. The creative spark dims, and then death puts it out. William Shakespeare, for instance, hasn’t produced a new play for 400 years. That, my friends, is a long dry spell.

There are really very few economies of scale in centralising or standardising advertising.

Come on back and we’ll see if you remember the simplest thing of all – how it is to be children, secure in belief and thus afraid of the dark.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.

All I ask is that you do as well as you can, and remember that, while to write adverbs is human, to write he said or she said is divine.

Remember in elementary school you were told that in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a single file from smallest to tallest? What is the logic in that? What, do tall people burn slower?