I am sustained by the certainty that life has meaning...as does death.
The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.
Guilt is a tireless horse. Grief ages into sorrow, and sorrow is an enduring rider.
He said, if you allow yourself to be enchanted by the beauty to be seen in even ordinary things, then all things proved to be extraordinary.
I think it's the people who have no doubt that every word they put down is gold that probably don't write very well.
When I'm in the middle of a book it can go up from there. When you're putting in those hours, the real world kind of fades and the world you're creating becomes almost more real to you than the outside world.