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What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.
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.
I do not over-intellectualize the production process. I try to keep it simple: Tell the damned story.
A writer without interest or sympathy for the foibles of his fellow man is not conceivable as a writer.
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.
Reading and weeping opens the door to one’s heart, but writing and weeping opens the window to one’s soul.
Every writer with half a brain knows to surround himself or herself with editors who are smarter, far more articulate and infinitely better looking.
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.
If the sex scene doesn’t make you want to do it — whatever it is they’re doing — it hasn’t been written right.
No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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.
No writer has ever yet been known to hang himself as long as he had another chapter left.
























