I have never been nervous in all my life and I have no patience with people who are. If you know what you are going to do you have no reason to be nervous. And I knew what I was going to do.

A wonderful emotion to get things moving when one is stuck is anger. It was anger more than anything else that had set me off, roused me into productivity and creativity.

My block was due to two overlapping factors: laziness and lack of discipline.

If you really want to write, then shut yourself in a room, close the door, and WRITE. If you don't want to write, do something else. It's as simple as that.

Reading Stephen King's book, On Writing, was like being cornered and forced to have a long, drawn out mental enema.

I was a new devotee of Eastern mysticism and even though I did not join that particular group, I could well have done. They seemed a bit extreme but I regarded myself as not quite ready.

I decided to write about the myths of divorce.

For a long period in my life - it lasted about 10 years - I had writer's block.

My biggest excuse to others and myself was that I had writer's block, as if it was some kind of illness.

I have never been nervous in all my life and I have no patience with people who are. If you know what you are going to do, you have no reason to be nervous. And I knew what I was going to do.

My inner critic who had begun piping up about how hopeless I was and how I didn't know to write.

It’s the oldest story in the world. You want him back, don’t you?

Politicians were like talking dogs in a circus: the fact that they existed was uncommonly interesting, but no sane person would actually believe what they said

When things are going well, I can't write fast enough to keep up with my mind. Writing walks, speech runs and talk flies. Other times, though, it's like fishing.

Mordre wol out, that se we day by day.

The Jersey mentality is: I work, I drink, I stay up all night, I try to meet a girl, it's a waste of time.

Don't praise your own good shots. Leave that function to your partner who, if a good sport, will not be slow in performing it.

The gods want to bring a better day, and you are their messengers. Trust not in all you see. Trust only in your hearts. And in us, who love you both.

It feels strange to have spent much time wishing for something, for someone and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.

But whoever has this world's goods, and sees his brother in need, and shuts up his heart from him, how does the love of God abide in him?

People have to go out of their mind before they can come to their senses.