The Best Advice On Writing I've Ever

At One Level You're Condemned To The Voice You Have. But Within Those Confines, You Have A Certain Amount Of Freedom To Range Among Your Possible Voices.

I'm Not An Urban Person.

When It Comes Time To Sit Down And Write The Next Book, You're Deathly Afraid That You're Not Up To The Task. That Was Certainly The Case With Me After Snow Falling On Cedars.

What Some People Interpret As Brooding Melancholy Is Serenity. I Don't Feel Required To Grasp All The Time.

I Know You'll Think This Is Crazy, But All I Want To Do Is Hold You, And I Think That If You'll Let Me Do That Just For A Few Seconds, I Can Walk Away, And Never Speak To You Again.