“You have to stop and freeze the moment,” he told me I had told her. “You have to make yourself remember by repeating it in your head over and over. You have to write to preserve your sanity.”

“Until you know who you are you can’t write.”

“The historian records, but the novelist creates.”

“Menulis itu peduli. Menulis itu mencinta.”

“He wastes his time over his writing, trying to accomplish what geniuses and rare men with college educations sometimes accomplish.”

“…each part of a story, each word if possible, was to work frontally as well as laterally… (“Conveyance: The Story I would Not Want Bill Wilson To Read”)”

“You might say as you tirelessly said of my stories, at least of the adjectives, that I should render the evidence, not render the verdict… (“Conveyance: The Story I would Not Want Bill Wilson To Read”)”

“If a bloke gave you a hundred quid for a book you can bet your life it’s his way, but if all the poor and suffering people raise their hats to you for writing it – that’s different; it makes it worthwhile then.”

“I am not a fan of the magical quick fix in any fiction, including fantasy, scifi and comic books. Unless Dr. Who is involved, and then only because we get to use the phrase ‘Timey-wimey wibbliness’ which, I’m sure you’ll agree, there are not enough occasions to drop into ordinary adult conversation.”

“Writing is not about the voices in your head, but the voices that make the great leap to the page.”

“The great thing is to last and get your work done and see and hear and learn and understand; and write when there is something that you know; and not before; and not too damned much after. Let those who want to save the world if you can get to see it clear and as a whole. Then any part you make will represent the whole if it’s made truly. The thing to do is work and learn to make it.”

“It’s the witching hour once more-When the Muse comes out to play.He calls me through that magic door-Where galaxies of worlds await!”

“I will keep no further journal of that same hesternal torch‐light ; and, to prevent me from returning, like a dog, to the vomit of memory, I tear out the remaining leaves of this volume…”

“Sooner or later every writer evolves his own definition of a story.Mine is: A reflection of life plus beginning and end (life seems not to have either) and a meaning.”