I don't see any point in making a big fuss about it.  I just said, 'No, thank you.'

Not really, ... There is no Carl. I made him up.

My theory about why Hemingway killed himself is that he heard his own voice; that he reached the point where he couldn't write without feeling he was repeating himself. That's the worst thing that can happen to a writer.

Something that doesn't show sweat. Something that is no fuss; something that isn't see-through. Those are my standards.

Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader - not the fact that it is raining, but the feeling of being rained upon.

The nature of good fiction is that it dwells in ambiguity.