Scott Spencer
I surely don't think ignorance is bliss. But like everything else that has survived thousands of years of human evolution, ignorance - like denial, self-delusion, and magical thinking - seems to have its uses.
I was raised in a house on the far South Side of Chicago, in a development erected on a landfill made from slag and other industrial by-products a few years after World War II.
By the time I was 14, my most burning ambition was to leave my home, leave my neighborhood, leave my city. I kept it a secret wish. It was easier done than said. It wasn't only that I wanted to leave Chicago - I wanted to live in New York City. And I did - for a time.
Where I live, it's better to write in the morning because the night is really, really, really dark, and I do believe you'd go mad if you weren't asleep for most of it.
I try to keep a steady pace with my writing. I have found that super-productive days are usually followed by two and even three days when I can hardly write a word. I used to try for 1000 words a day; now I am high-fiving myself after 500.
That's sort of the amazing thing about writing something down and then having it printed and published - it's frozen. It's there. It's set. It's in ink. It's done. Nothing changes it.
With writing, you really have to have faith. You have to have some sort of confidence that if you keep at it, you will get where you need to go, because there are so many points where a rational person would quit.
Everything in a novel has to be intentional, even the things that aren't.
Like most people, I find my own experiences - and my emotional responses to those experiences - fascinating and mysterious, even those that are a bit shaming and a little repellent.
As a writer, I try to turn my feelings and experiences into a different form entirely, something that gives me mastery over them and also makes them meaningful to other people.
When I look back at my life and think about what really happened, my memory is obscured by the stories I've created out of those incidents. In stories, as reality melds with art, the result sometimes feels truer than real life.
It could be said that all armed conflicts are a ludicrous and shameful waste of lives, but World War I has a special place in the history of futility - a war without clear purpose, a war whose resolution would ultimately make the world a far worse place.
If a book isn't teaching me something, pulling something out of me, then it will be dull for me and the reader.
Writers are stewards of the culture. Publishers, librarians, bookstore owners. We're all in this together. To write books that are gripping, important, that people want to have, is to keep publishing alive.
Contempt is a dangerous emotion, luring us into believing that we understand more than we do. Contempt causes us to jeer rather than speak, to poke at rather than touch.
It may be time for serious literary novelists to take back some of the subject matter we abandoned to hack novelists and the movies.
The only things I regret, and the only things I'll ever regret are things I didn't do. In the end, that's what we mourn. The paths we didn't take. The people we didn't touch.Collection: Regret
The trouble with excuses, however, is that they become inevitably difficult to believe after they’ve been used a couple of times.Collection: Couple
Everything creepy and Southern isn't Faulknerian, just like everything annoying isn't Kafkaesque.Collection: Southern
No pain could match the emptiness of separation, no agony rivaled the unreality of not being with her.Collection: Pain
A novelist is someone who sits around the house all day in his underwear, trying not to smoke.Collection: House
I try to know as much as I can about a book before the beginning, but I never know exactly where it's going to end.Collection: Book
It was a once in a lifetime thing. I hate to think it but I bet it's true. It's too bad for us that our once in a lifetime happened when were too young to handle it.Collection: Hate
I thought of my mother (...). Freud wrote that no man is secure in the love of his mother can ever be a failure. Well, I had been busy proving that theory wrong.Collection: Mother
I never felt so large and important as I did when being in love was everything. I saw you walking a foot above the earth and I remembered that was where I used to walk.Collection: Being In Love
You're all I care about," I said. "No. And me. The person I am when I'm with you, the way I see myself and know myself. That person who lives only when I'm with you.Collection: Care
All I wanted was what I'd already had. That exultation, that love. It was my one real home; I was a visitor everywhere else.Collection: Real
On a ship thats made of paper, I would sail the seven seas. (Just to be with you)Collection: Sea
My first love was everything, all at once. The kind of love you fight for, the kind of boy you fight for.Collection: Romance