With one exception everybody who has ever been involved with me is still a great friend of mine.
One always likes one's latest book best. That's a natural feeling.
I haven't anything against whores, except this: some of them may have an honest tongue but they all have dishonest hearts.
Sometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe.
Gasping for breath, the body still battling for life.
When I am writing, I try to do it five hours a day but I spend about two of those just fooling around.