“...fiction writing is like duck hunting. You go to the right place at the right time with the right dog. You get into the water before dawn, wearing a little protective gear, then you stand behind some reeds and wait for the story to present itself...You choose the place and the day. You pick the gun and the dog. You have the desire to blow the duck apart for reasons that are entirely your own. But you have to be willing to accept not what you wanted to have happen, but what happens... By the time you get out of the marsh, you will have written a novel so devoid of ducks it will shock you.”
“You know those ducks in that lagoon right near Central Park south?That little lake?By any chance you happen to know where they go?The ducks,When it gets all frozen over?”
“a wish is a good place to start but then you have to get off your butt and make it happen. You have to pick up a quill and write your own damn story.”
“You can have anything you want, if you go out and get it. If you claim it as your own. You have a right to it.”
“All you have to do is choose the right day, the right weather, and you come upon a hidden place in the morning light where time stopped long before you were born”
“If you keep waiting for the right time, it may never happen. Sometimes you have to make the most of the time you have.”