Just write about what bites you and damn the rest.
Women are always complaining about men's fascination with breasts. But what if men were absolutely indifferent to breasts? What would women do then with these things that serve one function once or twice in a lifetime, and the rest of the time are just in the way?
One of the saddest realities is that we never know when our lives are at their peak. Only after it is over and we have some kind of perspective do we realize how good we had it a day, a month, five years ago.
The Viennese wash everything. Where else in the world does the government hire public servants to wash public telephone booths and the glass over traffic lights? Every time I see someone doing these things, I smile like a child.
If I don't feel like writing today or for a few days, I don't. And I don't think about it. It is not an obligation-it is the greatest privilege.
Old people are often impatient, but for what?
In Poland, my audience is all women between 18 and 30. At U.S. conventions, you have the fantasy and science fiction crowd. At Harvard you have an entirely different audience. It's so schizophrenic.
Kids own nothing. Everything is either promised, borrowed, longed for or exaggerated.
A short story is a sprint, a novel is a marathon. Sprinters have seconds to get from here to there and then they are finished. Marathoners have to carefully pace themselves so that they don't run out of energy (or in the case of the novelist-- ideas) because they have so far to run. To mix the metaphor, writing a short story is like having a short intense affair, whereas writing a novel is like a long rich marriage.
Very often I'll find out at the end of a book what I put in at the beginning. A sort of process of elimination and discovery in one.
For an adult, eating alone at McDonald's is admitting a kind of defeat.
Even the handsomest men do not have the same momentary effect on the world as a truly beautiful woman does.
The angel said, "I like black-and-white films more than color because they're more artificial. You have to work harder to overcome your disbelief. It's sort of like prayer.
I feel like a cliche.
Death doesn't make you sad- it makes you empty. That's what's so bad about it. All of your charms and beliefs and funny habits fall fast through a big black hole, and suddenly you know they're gone because just as suddenly, there's nothing left at all inside.
I started a short story but it was so dreary that even my pen threw up.
There's almost always a point in a book where something happens that triggers the rest of the plot.
I write about what interests me. It's very dangerous when you try to satisfy an audience.
Coffee on an airplane always smells bad. Whenever it is served, suddenly the whole cabin stinks of it.
Salzburg... is a mountain town with a rushing river running right through the center, everything in the rain various shades of green and brown.
When I was in college, I was the editor of the literary magazine and insisted neither the editors nor the writers be specifically identified-only our student numbers appeared on the title page. I love that idea and still do.
I read less of everything now. With only fond memories of others' work, it will be interesting to give my own journal writing a try now.
I don't like to have to pan for gold when I read.
At a Boston signing, someone from the audience asked why I was so obsessed with furniture in my books. The question rattled around in my head. I had no idea that I was obsessed with furniture.
I have never heard anyone say This is it. I know right now is the high point of my life. It will never get any better. Only in retrospect do we recognize the best times and of course then it is too late.
Follow AzQuotes on Facebook, Twitter and Google+. Every day we present the best quotes! Improve yourself, find your inspiration, share with friends
or simply: