Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.
明天可能是地狱，但今天是写作的好日子，在写作的好日子里，其他什么都不重要。
No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
The act of writing is an act of faith.
Every reader brings something different to a story.
The worst pain a man can suffer is to have insight into much and power over nothing.