As a person with terrible handwriting, I love the computer. I've waited all my life for the computer.
Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.
Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.
I tried writing fiction as a little kid, but had a teacher humiliate me, so didn't write again until I was a senior in college.
My mother was an enthusiastic chef but wildly disorganized, and often preferred purchasing yet another jar of mace or chili powder rather than having to hunt down its last incarnation.
As an artist, you can never get what you want. What you do never approaches what you want it to be.
My father was an engineer - he wasn't literary, not a writer or a journalist, but he was one of the world's great readers. Every two weeks, he'd take me to our local branch library and pull books off the shelf for me, stacking them up in my arms - 'Have you read this? And this? And this?'
Your protagonist is your reader's portal into the story. The more observant he or she can be, the more vivid will be the world you're creating. They don't have to be super-educated, they just have to be mentally active. Keep them looking, thinking, wondering, remembering.
Many women get involved with a man that you pretty much know isn't suitable and you're kind of breaking your rules, but he's attractive in some unknown way. And then he doesn't even realize what a sacrifice you're making by being with him and he dumps you!
The writer is both a sadist and a masochist. We create people we love, and then we torture them. The more we love them, and the more cleverly we torture them along the lines of their greatest vulnerability and fear, the better the story.
I've been depressed many times in my life. But under it all I'm an optimist.
My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk.
A cliche is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves a clear imprint.
A book's flaws make it less predictable.
A figure in Los Angeles politics for five decades, my mother nevertheless had had her fill of talking to people by the time she came home at night.
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