“What really annoys me are the ones who write to say, I am doing your book for my final examinations and could you please tell me what the meaning of it is. I find it just so staggering--that you're supposed to explain the meaning of your book to some total stranger! If I knew what the meanings of my books were, I wouldn't have bothered to write them.”

“What am I supposed to do? List it beforehand? 'Oh, just a moment, Sir. could you please remove your mouth from my breasticle so I can impress upon you the knowledge of my innocence'? I mean, really!" ~Ace Stanning”

“My new book is going well. It’s practically writing itself! Actually, what I mean is I’m not writing it, my clone is.”

“Do you know how some people can do anything?”“What do you mean?”“I mean, you tell them to write a tune, they give you a symphony right there. You tell them to write a book, they write you a novel in a day. You tell them to move a spoon without touching it, they move it. If they want something, they make it happen. Miracles, almost.”

“I mean, what can you say about how you write your books? What I mean is, first you've got to think of something, and then when you've thought of it you've got to force yourself to sit down and write it. That's all." ~ Mrs. Oliver”

“Huh.”“Huh what?”“Would you look at this?” he asked, examining a small box. “It says it glows in the dark.”“So?”“So, what use is that to anybody? I mean, what am I supposed to do? Write her name inthe air with it?”