Humans are allergic to change. They love to say, 'We've always done it this way.' I try to fight that. That's why I have a clock on my wall that runs counter-clockwise.
She wore far too much rogue last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sigh of despair in a woman.
A writer's life is a highly vulnerable, almost naked activity. We don't have to weep about that. The writer makes his choice and is stuck with it. But it is true to say that you are open to all the winds, some of them icy indeed. You are out on your own, out on a limb. You find no shelter, no protection — unless you lie — in which case of course you have constructed your own protection and, it could be argued, become a politician.
我希望能够在我想要的时候,以我想要的方式做我想做的事。
"Writing is like making love. Don’t worry about the orgasm, just concentrate on the process."