He needs to go rub his soul against life.

My morning begins with trying not to get up before the sun rises. But when I do, it's because my head is too full of words, and I just need to get to my desk and start dumping them into a file. I always wake with sentences pouring into my head.

I learned to produce whether I wanted to or not. It would be easy to say oh, I have writer's block, oh, I have to wait for my muse. I don't. Chain that muse to your desk and get the job done.

It's one thing to carry your life wherever you go. Another thing to always go looking for it somewhere else.

No matter what kind of night you're having, morning always wins.

If you're standing in the manure pile, it's somebody's job to mention the stink.

We came from Bethlehem, Georgia bearing Betty Crocker cake mixes into the jungle.