"I think the reason my stories have been so successful is that I have a strong sense of metaphor."
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"I think the reason my stories have been so successful is that I have a strong sense of metaphor."
"Remember, with writing, what you’re looking for is just one person to come up and tell you, 'I love you for what you do.'"
"My goal is to entertain myself and others."
"The one sure way I can dishonor myself is by worrying about my reputation."
"You've got to love libraries. You've got to love books. You've got to love poetry. You've got to love everything about literature. Then, you can pick the one thing you love most and write about it."
"All of us, no matter how we look born into this world, feel something like the Hunchback. It doesn't matter if you have a beautiful face or not."
"If you write a hundred short stories and they're all bad, that doesn't mean you've failed. You fail only if you stop writing."
"Life is like underwear, should be changed twice a day."
"We meet on the common ground of an uncommon age and share out our gifts of dark and light, good and bad, simple joy and not so simple sorrow."
"The gods had gone away, and the ritual of the religion continued senselessly, uselessly."
"Oh God, the terrible tyranny of the majority. We all have our harps to play. And it's up to you to know with which ear you'll listen."
"I was not predicting the future, I was trying to prevent it."
"Action is hope. At the end of each day, when you've done your work, you lie there and think, Well, I'll be damned, I did this today. It doesn't matter how good it is, or how bad-you did it. At the end of the week you'll have a certain amount of accumulation. At the end of a year, you look back and say, I'll be damned, it's been a good year."
"You can’t learn to write in college. It’s a very bad place for writers because the teachers always think they know more than you do-and they don’t. They have prejudices."
"Venice was and is full of lost places where people put up for sale the last worn bits of their souls, hoping no one will buy."
"In sum, do not insult me with the beheadings, finger choppings or the lung-deflations you plan for my works. I need my head to shake or nod, my hand to wave or make into a fist, my lungs to shout or whisper with. I will not go gently onto a shelf, degutted, to become a non-book. All you umpires, back to the bleachers. Referees, hit the showers. It's my game. I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases. At sunset I've won or lost. At sunrise, I'm out again, giving it the old try. And no one can help me. Not even you."
"At the top of your lungs, shout and listen to the echoes. You must live life at the top of your voice!"
"Melt all the guns, I thought, break the knives, burn the guillotines-and the malicious will still write letters that kill."
"Long before you knew what death was you were wishing it on someone else."
"...passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun."