I resent the limitations of my own imagination.
There is no escaping, at times, the gloomy suspicion that fiddling with pens and ink is, after all, no fit employment for a grown man.
Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is.
No lady is ever a gentleman.
Why is the King of Hearts the only one that hasn't a moustache?
There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.
People never want to be told anything they do not believe already.
What I remove from my writing is linear context. It's not really important to me, because it doesn't give me chills to see, "you flip the latch and the lock opens and then you can open the top of the chest and inside the chest is this. " That doesn't give me chills, to think in that vein. So I've always kind of avoided it.
I always find stuff in my characters to relate to.
I really wanted to talk to her. I just couldn't find an algorithm that fit.
When you think an angry thought about someone, it's like hitting them.