Humans live in a pit of cheating, exploiting, hurting, incarcerating. Every time, the species wastes some part of what it could be. This waste is poisonous.

Write something every single day, even if it's just three lines. And it doesn't matter if it's any good - just write something every day.

...there ain't no journey what don't change you some.

... but it is attitude, not years, that condemns one to the ranks of the Undead, or else proffers salvation. In the domain of the young there dwells many an Undead soul. They rush about so, their inner putrefaction is concealed for a few decades, that is all.

Two people who are a little bit deluded in each other's favour. That's what love is, isn't it?

Do," said Louisa finally, "whatever you can't not do.

Writing is probably one-fifth coming up with the stuff, and four-fifths self-editing again and again and again.