The Hard Part About Writing A Novel

As Long As You Can Start, You Are All Right. The Juice Will Come.

Every Damn Thing Is Your Own Fault, If You Are Any Good.

For Luck You Carried A Horse Chestnut And A Rabbit?s Foot In Your Right Pocket. The Fur Had Been Worn Off The Rabbit?s Foot Long Ago And The Bones And The Sinews Were Polished By The Wear. The Claws Scratched In The Lining Of Your Pocket And You Knew Your Luck Was Still There.

I Rewrote The Ending Of 'farewell To Arms' 39 Times Before I Was Satisfied.

The Best Way To Find Out If You Can Trust Somebody Is To Trust Them.