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.
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.
Every writer with half a brain knows to surround himself or herself with editors who are smarter, far more articulate and infinitely better looking.
My aim is to put down what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way I can tell it.
If the sex scene doesn’t make you want to do it — whatever it is they’re doing — it hasn’t been written right.
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.
A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.
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.
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.
A true author, no matter the medium, is an artist with godlike knowledge of his subject, and the proof of his authorship is that his pages smack of authority.
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.
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.”
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
If you have an idea that you genuinely think is good, don’t let some idiot talk you out of it.
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.
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.
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.

























