I hide away in my room to see
Just what stories will come to me.

Hope is a curious thing. You always seem to loose it when you most need it.

Writing a main character is very important to me. Because each time I create one, it feels like another piece of me in a different world.

The real novelist, the perfectly simple human being, could go on, indefinitely imaging.

It is no worse, because I write of it. It would be no better, if I stopped my most unwilling hand. Nothing can undo it; nothing can make it otherwise than as it was.

My mind is a potpourri of riveting thoughts.