If the sex scene doesn’t make you want to do it — whatever it is they’re doing — it hasn’t been written right.
Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade, just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.
Socially, a journalist fits in somewhere between a whore and a bartender. But spiritually he stands beside Galileo. He knows the world is round.
I do not over-intellectualize the production process. I try to keep it simple: Tell the damned story.
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.
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.
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.
I get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.
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.
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.
Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
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.
You may be able to take a break from writing, but you won’t be able to take a break from being a writer.
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.
A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.
Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost how it feels about dogs.

























