Socially, a journalist fits in somewhere between a whore and a bartender. But spiritually he stands beside Galileo. He knows the world is round.
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
No writer has ever yet been known to hang himself as long as he had another chapter left.
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.
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.
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.
Every writer with half a brain knows to surround himself or herself with editors who are smarter, far more articulate and infinitely better looking.
There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.
Reading and weeping opens the door to one’s heart, but writing and weeping opens the window to one’s soul.
The reason 99% of all stories written are not bought by editors is very simple. Editors never buy manuscripts that are left on the closet shelf at home.
It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn’t give it up because by that time I was too famous.
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.

























