The writer is one who, emnbarking upon a task, does not know what to do.

I don't think you can talk about progress in art - movement, but not progress. You can speak of a point on a line for the purpose of locating things, but it's a horizontal line, not a vertical one.

The writer is one who, embarking upon a task, does not know what to do... Writing is a process of dealing with not-knowing, a forcing of what and how.

The aim of literature ... is the creation of a strange object covered with fur which breaks your heart.

Endings are elusive, middles are nowhere to be found, but worst of all is to begin, to begin, to begin.

Any genuine work of art generates new work.

I believe that because I had obtained a wife who was made up of wife-signs (beauty, charm, softness, perfume, cookery) I had found love.

Yes, success is everything. Failure is more common. Most achieve a sort of middling thing, but fortunately one's situation is always blurred, you never know absolutely quite where you are.

The death of God left the angels in a strange position.

We are what we have been told about ourselves. We are the sum of the messages we have received. The true messages. The false messages.

The privileged classes can afford psychoanalysis and whiskey. Whereas all we get is sermons and sour wine. This is manifestly unfair. I protest, silently.

It was impossible not to smile back-Nick radiated light.

I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, one as hated as the other.

There's never an easy route to the things that matter.

The low green tent Whose curtain never outward swings.

Since there's no more you and me. It's time I let you go so I Can Be Free.

Our cares are all To-day, our joys are all To-day; And in one little word, our life, what is it but--To-day?

And he was gone before she could think clearly enough to explain that her yes was a Yes, I'll marry you.

The Waking Dark is about what happens when something awakens a towns darkest impulses and unleashes them on the world.

I work with intuition. With interpreters. I have my own method. I know exactly what I want from actors. Sometimes, I even recite the role to the actor if it's not clear.

He hasn't accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me bread, is fighting hard to kill me.