Kita akan berpikir mengenai seberapa pintar kita sebenarnya. Tapi aku rasa talenta sebagai penulis sudah ditakdirkan, semua sudah ada disana, paling tidak unsur dasar dari hal itu. Kamu tidak bisa merubahnya lebih dari kamu mampu memilih untuk menjadi kidal atau tidak.
Wherever you write is supposed to be a little bit of a refuge, a place where you can get away from the world. The more closed in you are, the more you're forced back on your own imagination.
I think there ought to be some serious discussion by smart people, really smart people, about whether or not proliferation of things like The Smoking Gun and TMZ and YouTube and the whole celebrity culture is healthy.
What charitable 1 percenters can't do is assume responsibility - America's national responsibilities: the care of its sick and its poor, the education of its young, the repair of its failing infrastructure, the repayment of its staggering war debts.
After the 9/11 apocalypse happened in New York City, people, particularly New Yorkers, who breathed in the ash, or saw the results of that, have a tendency to keep seeing echoes and having flashbacks to it.
You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.
That's something that is almost accidental at the beginning of a career, but the more you write, the more trained you are to recognize the little signals.
I don't want you to apologize for being rich; I want you to acknowledge that in America, we all should have to pay our fair share.
A lot of us grow up and we grow out of the literal interpretation that we get when we're children, but we bear the scars all our life. Whether they're scars of beauty or scars of ugliness, it's pretty much in the eye of the beholder.
I love the movies, and when I go to see a movie that's been made from one of my books, I know that it isn't going to be exactly like my novel because a lot of other people have interpreted it. But I also know it has an idea that I'll like because that idea occurred to me, and I spent a year, or a year and a half of my life working on it.
When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, 'Why god? Why me?' and the thundering voice of God answered, 'There's just something about you that pisses me off.'
And in real life endings aren't always neat, whether they're happy endings, or whether they're sad endings.