Writing is probably one-fifth coming up with the stuff, and four-fifths self-editing again and again and again.
I have always preferred maps to books. They don't answer you back.
Japanese food makes me feel particularly good.
The earth's a door if you press your ear against it.
Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.
Oh, diplomacy ... it mops up war's spillages; legitimizes its outcomes; gives the strong state the means to impose its will on a weaker one, while saving its fleets and battalions for weightier opponents.
As long as you can Houdini your way out of the Sisyphean constraints then originality happens.
Lunatics are writers whose works write them.
Go to hell, Willy, our souls eat poetry, but one has seven deadly sins to feed!
Right, my phone. When these things first appeared, they were so cool. Only when it was too late did people realize they are as cool as electronic tags on remand prisoners.
A novelist needs to know his own strong points and weak points.
Loneliness is an integral part of travelling. I used to think it was the downside to travelling, but now I realise it is a necessary educative part of it to be embraced.
The human world is made of stories, not people.
Words are what you fight with but what you fight about is whether or not you're afraid of them.
I really wish they hadn't made the set out of asbestos.
I often lose myself in the Sudoku-like challenges of making a book work.
I love HBO productions, actually, like 'The Wire.'
I am, emphatically. Mental illness triggered by xperimental error.
... but it is attitude, not years, that condemns one to the ranks of the Undead, or else proffers salvation. In the domain of the young there dwells many an Undead soul. They rush about so, their inner putrefaction is concealed for a few decades, that is all.
Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.
Yay, Old'uns' Smart mastered sicks, miles, seeds an' made miracles ord'nary, but it din't master one thing, nay, a hunger in the hearts o' humans, yay, a hunger for more.
There's a link between bigotry and bad spelling.
Writing is such a damn lonely sickness.
I hear my father-in-law's response..."Naïve, dreaming Adam. He who would do battle with the many-headed hydra of human nature must pay a world of pain & his family must pay it along with him! & only as you gasp your dying breath shall you understand, your life amounted to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean!" Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Who was blowing on the nape of my neck?
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