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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.
Reading and weeping opens the door to one’s heart, but writing and weeping opens the window to one’s soul.
My aim is to put down what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way I can tell it.
To me, movies and music go hand in hand. When I’m writing a script, one of the first things I do is find the music I’m going to play for the opening sequence.
It is only natural to pattern yourself after someone. But you can’t just copy someone. If you like someone’s work, the important thing is to be exposed to everything that person has been exposed to.
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.
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.
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.
You may be able to take a break from writing, but you won’t be able to take a break from being a writer.
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.
If the sex scene doesn’t make you want to do it — whatever it is they’re doing — it hasn’t been written right.
The fact is, I don’t know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn’t collapse when you beat your head against it.
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.
I get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.

























