Being alone can be good. It's easy to find peace alone. But sometimes, being alone is a king of death.

When a knot gets to tight, you can always cut the rope

If I drive myself to the brink of my ability, then I don't get stale or bored.

The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence.

Of course, I don't know everything. Considering the infinite amount of knowledge that one could acquire in a virtually innumerable array of intellectual disciplines, it's probably more accurate to say that I don't know anything.

The process, not the final achievement, is what it's all about.

But once an idea for a novel seizes a writer...well, it’s like an inner fire that at first warms you and makes you feel good but then begins to eat you alive, burn you up from within. You can’t just walk away from the fire; it keeps burning. The only way to put it out is to write the book.