Socially, a journalist fits in somewhere between a whore and a bartender. But spiritually he stands beside Galileo. He knows the world is round.
I haven’t got 10 rules that guarantee success, though I promise I’d share them if I did. The truth is that I found success by stumbling off alone in a direction most people thought was a dead end, breaking all the 1990s shibboleths about children’s books in the process.
It is only natural to pattern yourself after someone. But you can’t just copy someone. If you like someone’s work, the important thing is to be exposed to everything that person has been exposed to.
There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.
In Hollywood, the woods are full of people that learned to write but evidently can’t read. If they could read their stuff, they’d stop writing.
It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn’t give it up because by that time I was too famous.
Books aren’t written, they’re rewritten. Including your own. It is one of the hardest things to accept, especially after the seventh rewrite hasn’t quite done it.
A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.
What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.
Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
The most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do.
If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.
Keep a small can of WD-40 on your desk — away from any open flames — to remind yourself that if you don’t write daily, you will get rusty.
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.
If you have an idea that you genuinely think is good, don’t let some idiot talk you out of it.

























