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.
I get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.
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.
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.
What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.
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.
You may be able to take a break from writing, but you won’t be able to take a break from being a writer.
When writing a novel, that’s pretty much entirely what life turns into: “House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1,500 easy words, so all in all it was a pretty good day.”
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.
Socially, a journalist fits in somewhere between a whore and a bartender. But spiritually he stands beside Galileo. He knows the world is round.
A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.
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.
If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.
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.
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.
The most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do.
Reading and weeping opens the door to one’s heart, but writing and weeping opens the window to one’s soul.

























