You may be able to take a break from writing, but you won’t be able to take a break from being a writer.
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.
No writer has ever yet been known to hang himself as long as he had another chapter left.
A writer without interest or sympathy for the foibles of his fellow man is not conceivable as a writer.
Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost how it feels about dogs.
What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.
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.
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.
There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.
I do not over-intellectualize the production process. I try to keep it simple: Tell the damned story.
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.
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.
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.
I get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.
Reading and weeping opens the door to one’s heart, but writing and weeping opens the window to one’s soul.
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.

























