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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.
No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.
If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.
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.
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.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
Substitute “damn” every time you’re inclined to write “very”; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.
Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost how it feels about dogs.
Ever heard of a carpenter not going to work because he has “carpenter’s block”? If a writer can’t write, it’s because he doesn’t really want to, he isn’t ready to get it on paper or he’s just plain lazy.
Reading and weeping opens the door to one’s heart, but writing and weeping opens the window to one’s soul.
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.
It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil, trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does.
There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.
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.
The most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do.


























