“Let's face it, writing is hell.”

“It's hell writing and it's hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written.”

“Come clean with a child heart
Laugh as peaches in the summer wind
Let rain on a house roof be a song
Let the writing on your face
be a smell of apple orchards on late June.”

“Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; hell is obsession with a voice, a face, a name.”

“Let this hell be our heaven.”

“Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.”

“If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic.”

“To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don't let it.”

“… there were certain chapters when I stopped writing, saw the domestic situation I was in and thought, "I don't want to face this world, let's get back to the hellish one I'm imagining.”

“They married well because the marriage-place
Was what they loved. It was neither heaven nor hell.
They were love’s characters come face to face.”