A biography for Robert B. Parkerhasn’t been written yet.
“This is not a screenplay. I don't do twenty drafts. I'm not going to show this to you until it's published or accepted for publication. You can make whatever suggestions you want, but I probably will ignore them entirely.”
“Well, you give me too much credit for foresight and planning. I haven't got a clue what the hell I'm doing.”
“For David Parker and Daniel Parker, with the respect and admiration of their father, who grew up with them.”
“Very few of my books are about who stole the Maltese Falcon.”
“Would you care to publish this? Sincerely, Robert B. Parker.”
“It’s like I need to love you to come back whole from where I sometimes go.”
“I really don't know what I am going to do in terms of what a book is going to be about until I actually start writing it!”
“I have reached the point where I know that as long as I sit down to write, the ideas will come. What they will be, I don't know.”
“I had achieved the most important things in my life when I married Joan and had the sons. Given the choice between Joan and the boys, and being a writer, I world give up being a writer without a blink.”
“...You have any suggestions, make them. I'm in charge but humble. No need to salute when you see me." Fraser said, "Mind if we snicker every once in a while behind your back?" "Hell, no," I said. "Everyone else does.”
“College had little effect on me. I'd have been the same writer if I'd gone to MIT, except I'd have flunked out sooner.”
“Sure, I have advice for people starting to write. Don't. I don't need the competition.”