So In The First Draft, I'm Inventing

Writers Are Always Envious, Mean-minded, Filled With Rage And Envyat Other's Good Fortune. There Is Nothing Like The Failure Of A Close Friend To Cheer Us Up.

To Know You Will Be Lonely Is Not The Same As Being Lonely.

My Greatest Pleasure Is To Invent. My Continual Mad Ambition Is To Make Something True And Beautiful That Never Existed In The World Before.

I Have Written A Memoir Here And There, And That Takes Its Own Form Of Selfishness And Courage. However, Generally Speaking, I Have No Interest In Writing About My Own Life Or Intruding In The Privacy Of Those Around Me.

I Have Never Begun A Novel Which Wasn't Going To Stretch Me Further Than I Had Ever Stretched Before.