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Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.
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.
No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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.
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.
I haven’t got 10 rules that guarantee success, though I promise I’d share them if I did. The truth is that I found success by stumbling off alone in a direction most people thought was a dead end, breaking all the 1990s shibboleths about children’s books in the process.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost how it feels about dogs.
If you have an idea that you genuinely think is good, don’t let some idiot talk you out of it.
No writer has ever yet been known to hang himself as long as he had another chapter left.
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.

























