Getting The First Draft Finished Is Like

The Folly Of War Is That It Can Have No Natural End Except In The Extinction An Entire People.

Very Few Writers Of Distinction In Fact Were Outstanding As Undergraduates.

It Makes Me Angry Sometimes, It's A Visceral Thing--how You Come To Despise Your Own Words In Your Ears Not Because They Aren't Genuine, But Because They Are; Because You've Said Them So Many Times, Your 'principles,' Your 'ideals'--and So Damned Little In The World Has Changed Because Of Them.

When I Was Very Little, Four Or Five, I Did Comic Strip Drawings, So My First Novel Had No Words. I Couldn't Write And Thought Adult Handwriting Was A Mysterious Scribble. When I Was 14, My Grandmother Gave Me A Typewriter And I Started Writing In A Different Way.

One Man's Insanity Is Another Man's Genius; Someday The World Will Recognize The Genius In My Insanity.