Life Is Weather. Life Is Meals.

Lots Of Scripts Are Written And Not Made, Even Scripts That People Want To Make.

Amplitude Is A Powerful Quality In Fiction. It Results In Involvement, In Sympathy With The Characters. After A While, A Reader Can't Avoid Being Involved With A Book, Caring About It, Even If It's Not A Particularly Good Book. You're In It, And You're Committed To It.

There Comes A Time When You Realize That Everything Is A Dream, And Only Those Things Preserved In Writing Have Any Possibility Of Being Real.

I'm Tired Of My Life, My Clothes, The Things I Say. I'm Hacking Away At The Surface, As At Some Kind Of Gray Ice, Trying To Break Through To What Is Underneath Or I Am Dead. I Can Feel The Surface Trembling—it Seems Ready To Give But It Never Does. I Am Uninterested In Current Events. How Can I Justify This? How Can I Explain It? I Don't Want To Have The Same Vocabulary I've Always Had. I Want Something Richer, Broader, More Penetrating And Powerful.

It Is Always An Accident That Saves Us. It Is Someone We Have Never Seen.