Occupation: Novelist Birth: August 12, 1931
Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches! If your love were-" "I don't understand that first one….
Writing is finally about one thing: going into a room alone and doing it. Putting words on paper that have never been there in quite that way before.….
You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony..
If all that's going on in your scenes is what's going on in your scenes, think about it a long time..