Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms, alone, they pose at the mirror, shoulders bare, trying this way and that their hair, or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone. – Phyllis McGinley
It seems disingenuous to ask a writer why she, or he, is writing about a violent subject when the world and history are filled with violence. – Joyce Carol Oates
I never laugh or smile when I am writing. When I come home for lunch after writing all morning, my wife says I look like I just came home from a funeral. This is not bragging. This is an illness. – Carl Hiaasen
