
Buck Henry, the legendary screenwriter, has died. With Mel Brooks, he co-created Get Smart (1965-1970). He adapted the Read More...

Rest in peace, brother. You shall be missed.
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.
Reading and weeping opens the door to one’s heart, but writing and weeping opens the window to one’s soul.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
I have a structured songwriting process. I start with the music and try to come up with musical ideas, then the melody, then the hook, and the lyrics come last.
There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.
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.
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.
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.
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.
Do not place a photograph of your favorite author on your desk, especially if the author is one of the famous ones who committed suicide.
When writing a novel, that’s pretty much entirely what life turns into: “House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1,500 easy words, so all in all it was a pretty good day.”
























