Just remember that Dumbo didn’t need the feather; the magic was in him.
Reading in bed can be heaven, assuming you can get just the right amount of light on the page and aren’t prone to spilling your coffee or cognac on the sheets.
I can’t see the future, but it’s grim. The depletion of resources – we’re living in this dine-and-dash economy.
Friends don’t spy; true friendship is about privacy, too.
I am always chilled and astonished by the would-be writers who ask me for advice and admit, quite blithely, that they “don’t have time to read.” This is like a guy starting up Mount Everest saying that he didn’t have time to buy any rope or pitons.
Read a lot, write a lot is the great commandment.
I don’t spend the day writing. I’ll maybe write fresh copy for two hours, and then I’ll go back and revise some of it and print what I like and then turn it off.
And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.
He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.
Books and movies are like apples and oranges. They both are fruit, but taste completely different.
God turned out to be a bunch of bad little kids playing interstellar Xbox. Isn’t that funny?
To write is human, to edit is divine.
I have two amazing things in my life: I’m pain-free and I’m debt-free.
Cats were the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there. There were a great many of them who never grew old by the fire.
Money means I can support my family and still do what I love. Not very many people can say that in this world, and not many writers can say that.
The more you read, the less apt you are to make a fool of yourself with your pen or word processor.
The movies have never been a big deal to me. The movies are the movies. They just make them. If they’re good, that’s terrific. If they’re not, they’re not. But I see them as a lesser medium than fiction, than literature, and a more ephemeral medium.
We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living.
The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.
Be true, be brave, stand All the rest is darkness.