The first breath of adultery is the freest after it, constraints aping marriage develop.

Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing, though chilled, to muster for another day's progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper.

Dreams come true without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.

A healthy male adult bore consumes each year one and a half times his own weight in other people's patience.

Writing criticism is to writing fiction and poetry as hugging the shore is to sailing in the open sea.