A person could spend most of a lifetime in retrospective terror, thinking of all the things one nearly didn't do.

Our plans are small and somewhat absurd.

Root out all the "to be" verbs in your prose and bludgeon them until dead. No "It was" or "they are" or "I am." Don't let it be, make it happen.

The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for!

From the fallen tree everybody makes firewood.

I don't *ever* write about real people. Art is supposed to be better than that. If you want a slice of life, look out the window.

Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work - that goes on, it adds up.