Something I Learned Long Ago. It Is

I Can't Persuade Myself That One Of The Problems Facing The Planet Today Might Be A Shortage Of Books By Me.

I Don't Plan An Awful Lot In Life Just As I Don't Plan An Awful Lot In My Fiction.

As My Late Mother Famously Observed, The One Thing To Be Said For Growing Old Is That Every Year There Are A Few More Things I Don’t Have To Give A Rat’s Ass About.

Dangerous Thing, Giving Humanity The Knowledge Of Good And Evil. And The Capacity To Make The Wrong Choice More Often Than Not.

One Thing That Helps Is To Give Myself Permission To Write Badly. I Tell Myself That I'm Going To Do My Five Or 10 Pages No Matter What, And That I Can Always Tear Them Up The Following Morning If I Want. I'll Have Lost Nothing-writing And Tearing Up Five Pages Would Leave Me No Further Behind Than If I Took The Day Off.