As much as I like it when a book I’m writing speeds along, the downside can be that an author becomes too eager to finish and rushes the end. The end is even more important than the first page, and rushing can damage it.
Before I start a project, I always ask myself the following question. Why is this book worth a year of my life? There needs to be something about the theme, the technique, or the research that makes the time spent on it worthwhile.
there are no inferior types of fiction, only inferior practitionersof them
He strode with the weight of robbed innocence and a stolen childhood, for a life time of pain and anger, of terror and death.”- Frank Balenger
His blank face communicated an emptiness that could never be filled”- Frank Balenger
His name was Rambo, and he was just some nothing kid for all anybody knew, standing by the pump of a gas station at the outskirts of Madison, Kentucky.
Just because somebody smiles when he hands me a bag of shit, that doesn’t mean I have to take it. I don’t give a damn how friendly he is. It’s what he does that matters.
On every page, confidence fights with self-doubt. Every sentence is an act of faith. Why would anybody want to do it?
i’ve heard this called st. peter’s square,” arlene said. “but it isn’t square. it’s oval.
if people weren’t sinners, every intelligence network would be out of business