A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.
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.
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.
If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.
Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost how it feels about dogs.
No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
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.
Thank your readers and the critics who praise you, and then ignore them. Write for the most intelligent, wittiest, wisest audience in the universe: Write to please yourself.
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.
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.

























