There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.

That isn't writing at all, it's typing.

I never had a rejection slip in my life.

You can't blame a writer for what the characters say.

I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.

I suppose you think I'm very brazen. Or très fou. Or something.' Not at all.' She seemed disappointed. 'Yes, you do. Everybody does. I don't mind. It's useful.

Have you never heard what the wise men say: all of the future exists in the past.