Any Writer Worth His Salt Writes To

Naturally, You Don't Sit Down In "white Hot Inspiration" And Write With A Burning Flame In Front Of You. But Since I Knew I Could Never Be Happy Being Anything But A Writer, And Mockingbird Put Itself Together For Me So Accommodatingly, I Kept At It Because I Knew It Had To Be My First Novel, For Better Or For Worse.

She's An Old Lady And She's Ill. You Just Hold Your Head High And Be A Gentleman. Whatever She Says To You, It's Your Job Not To Let Her Make You Mad.

Weeping For Anna Karenina And Being Terrified By Hannibal Lecter, Entering The Heart Of Darkness With Mistah Kurtz, Having Holden Caulfield Ring You Up - Some Things Should Happen On Soft Pages, Not Cold Metal.

I Know Now What He Was Trying To Do, But Atticus Was Only A Man. It Takes A Woman To Do That Kind Of Work.

Any Writer Worth His Salt Writes To Please Himself.