Writing is manual labor of the mind: a job, like laying pipe.
What a writer brings to any story is an attitude
The narrative was too constricted; it was like a fetus strangling on its own umbilical cord.
Writing is a manual labor of the mind: a job, like laying pipe.
New York is at once cosmopolitan and parochial, a compendium of sentimental certainties. It is in fact the most sentimental of the world's great cities - in its self-congratulation a kind of San Francisco of the East