People are always waiting to be discovered.
People who truly love us can be divided into two categories: those who understand us, and those who forgive us our worst sins. Rarely do you find someone capable of both.
Why do people always gesture with their hands when they talk on the phone?
I have never heard anyone say This is it. I know right now is the high point of my life. It will never get any better. Only in retrospect do we recognize the best times and of course then it is too late.
The Viennese wash everything. Where else in the world does the government hire public servants to wash public telephone booths and the glass over traffic lights? Every time I see someone doing these things, I smile like a child.
Very often I'll find out at the end of a book what I put in at the beginning. A sort of process of elimination and discovery in one.
Most men, no matter how well or badly dressed, carry overstuffed, beat up wallets that should have been replaced years ago. Why is that? Every time I see a guy take out a wallet anywhere, it looks like a piece of old melted chocolate cake-with strings.
Women are always complaining about men's fascination with breasts. But what if men were absolutely indifferent to breasts? What would women do then with these things that serve one function once or twice in a lifetime, and the rest of the time are just in the way?
The Wilmington, Delaware, television station that bills itself as The Family Minded Station is Channel 69.
In Poland, my audience is all women between 18 and 30. At U.S. Conventions, you have the fantasy and science fiction crowd. At Harvard you have an entirely different audience. It's so schizophrenic.
It's always fun to walk down the street with or behind a really beautiful woman, for no reason other than to see how the world reacts to them.
When I was in college, I was the editor of the literary magazine and insisted neither the editors nor the writers be specifically identified-only our student numbers appeared on the title page. I love that idea and still do.
Just write about what bites you and damn the rest.
There's almost always a point in a book where something happens that triggers the rest of the plot.
I read less of everything now. With only fond memories of others' work, it will be interesting to give my own journal writing a try now.