The fear of saying something stupid (which stupid people never have) has censored far more good ideas than bad ones.

We should not feel embarrassed by our difficulties, only by our failure to grow anything beautiful from them.

In the oasis complex, the thirsty man images he sees water, palm trees, and shade not because he has evidence for the belief, but because he has a need for it. Desperate needs bring about a hallucination of their solution: thirst hallucinates water, the need for love hallucinates a prince or princess. The oasis complex is never a complete delusion: the man in the desert does see something on the horizon. It is just that the palms have withered, the well is dry, and the place is infected with locusts.

I know a lot about writing, but I don't know much about how other industries work. I've tried to use my naivety to my advantage.

The challenge of modern relationships: how to prove more interesting than the other's smartphone.

There is a longing for a return to a time without the need for choices, free of the regret at the inevitable loss that all choice (however wonderful) has entailed.

On paper, being good sounds great but a lot depends on the atmosphere of the workplace or community we live in. We tend to become good or bad depending on the cues sent out within a particular space.