Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.

-Virginia Woolf

Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Louis Pasteur, Michelangelo, Da Vinci, and Albert Einstein.

-H. Jackson Brown

We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.

-Ernest Hemingway

When I sit down to write a book, I do not say to myself, ‘I am going to produce a work of art.’ I write it because there is some lie that I want to expose, some fact to which I want to draw attention, and my initial concern is to get a hearing.

-George Orwell

Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.

-Hunter S. Thompson

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1970′s Japanese Robot. On a horse.

Mazinger Z, if I’m not mistaken. Saw it in Seoul this past weekend.

You may return to your (now obviously duller than a robot-on-a-horse statue) life.

It ain’t whatcha write, it’s the way atcha write it.

-Jack Kerouac

Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.

-George Orwell

All readers come to fiction as willing accomplices to your lies. Such is the basic goodwill contract made the moment we pick up a work of fiction.

-Steve Almond

Have you got any Venezuelan Beaver Cheese?

Lived through my own version of the Monty Python "Cheese Skit" the other day. This is an actual conversation I had with the owner of a taco stand outside my university:

"Hi, yes, I'd like a beef burrito."

"No more beef burritos."

"Ok, then a chicken burrito, please."

"Those are sold out too, I'm afraid."

"Fine," I said and glanced at the menu. "Then I'll have one beef taco and one chicken taco."

"No more beef tacos either. In fact, we are completely out of beef tonight."

"Then give me two chicken burritos."

"Oooh," the vendor looked at his stock. "I don't think I even have enough for one."

In the end he made me a half taco and threw in a plain, cheese quesadilla for free. The guy was nice enough, but I still wanted to biff him one. I was half expecting him to say that the last of the chicken had been eaten by the cat.