The Los Angeles Times published a story on February 11, 2021, focusing on the tale of novelist Sheri Holman. She’s Read More...
Critics are people who sit on the mountaintop and look down on the battlefield. When the fighting is finished, they take it upon themselves to come down from the mountain and shoot the survivors.
My aim is to put down what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way I can tell it.
I get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.
Anecdotes don’t make good stories. Generally, I dig down underneath them so far that the story that finally comes out is not what people thought their anecdotes were about.
I do not over-intellectualize the production process. I try to keep it simple: Tell the damned story.
If the sex scene doesn’t make you want to do it — whatever it is they’re doing — it hasn’t been written right.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
Do you know what a playwright is? A playwright is someone who lets his guts hang out on the stage.
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.
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.
Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five or six of them. Most people don’t see any.
Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost how it feels about dogs.
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.
I have long felt that any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has just put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae or banana split.

























