
I found this in the August 2nd, 2019, New York Times. Fun reading…if you’re not suffering from reader’s block: Read More...
I found this in the August 2nd, 2019, New York Times. Fun reading...if you're not suffering from reader's block:
Reader's block article
Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
A true author, no matter the medium, is an artist with godlike knowledge of his subject, and the proof of his authorship is that his pages smack of authority.
It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn’t give it up because by that time I was too famous.
A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.
The most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do.
What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.
My aim is to put down what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way I can tell it.
Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.
I do not over-intellectualize the production process. I try to keep it simple: Tell the damned story.
If you haven’t got an idea, start a story anyway. You can always throw it away, and maybe by the time you get to the fourth page you will have an idea, and you’ll only have to throw away the first three pages.
If the sex scene doesn’t make you want to do it — whatever it is they’re doing — it hasn’t been written right.
In Hollywood, the woods are full of people that learned to write but evidently can’t read. If they could read their stuff, they’d stop writing.
Socially, a journalist fits in somewhere between a whore and a bartender. But spiritually he stands beside Galileo. He knows the world is round.

























