I added 'writers' to my list of people not to trust. They make everything up.

Dreams are shores where the ocean of spirit meets the land of matter. Dreams are beaches where the yet-to-be, the once-were, the will-never-be may walk awhile with the still-are.

'Y' is about the weakest letter of all. 'Y' can't make up its mind if it's a vowel or a consonant, can it?

If you show someone something you've written, you give them a sharpened stake, lie down in your coffin, and say, ‘When you’re ready’.

Beyond the Indian hamlet, upon a forlorn strand, I happened on a trail of recent footprints.

We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.

Japanese food makes me feel particularly good.