
I came across this today and broke up laughing. These are seriously clever! Thanks to the Washington Post. I wasn’t aware of Read More...
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.
Socially, a journalist fits in somewhere between a whore and a bartender. But spiritually he stands beside Galileo. He knows the world is round.
Editor: A person employed by a newspaper, whose business it is to separate the wheat from the chaff, and to see that the chaff is printed.
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.
My own experience is that once a story has been written, one has to cross out the beginning and the end. It is there that we authors do most of our lying.
I do not over-intellectualize the production process. I try to keep it simple: Tell the damned story.
Keep a small can of WD-40 on your desk — away from any open flames — to remind yourself that if you don’t write daily, you will get rusty.
Books aren’t written, they’re rewritten. Including your own. It is one of the hardest things to accept, especially after the seventh rewrite hasn’t quite done it.
To me, movies and music go hand in hand. When I’m writing a script, one of the first things I do is find the music I’m going to play for the opening sequence.
If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.
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.
There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.

























