A Writer Survives In Spite Of His

And We All Know Love Is A Glass Which Makes Even A Monster Appear Fascinating.

When I Sit At My Table To Write, I Never Know What It's Going To Be Until I'm Under Way. I Trust In Inspiration, Which Sometimes Comes And Sometimes Doesn't. But I Don't Sit Back Waiting For It. I Work Every Day.

Yes, One Uses What One Knows, But Autobiography Means Something Else. I Should Never Be Able To Write A Real Autobiography; I Always End By Falsifying And Fictionalizing—i’m A Liar, In Fact. That Means I’m A Novelist, After All. I Write About What I Know.

An Uncertain Evil Causes Anxiety Because, At The Bottom Of One's Heart, One Goes On Hoping Till The Last Moment That It May Not Be True; A Certain Evil, On The Other Hand, Instills, For A Time, A Kind Of Dreary Tranquillity.

I Don't Think It's Possible To Write A Good Novel Around A Negative Personality.