You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it.

I am so in love with you that there isn’t anything else.

He did not care for the lying at first. He hated it. Then later he had come to like it. It was part of being an insider but it was a very corrupting business.

We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.

As in no other form of lute or combat, the conditions are such; the winner takes nothing, neither his ease, nor his pleasure, nor any notion of glory, nor if he wins far enough, will he find anything within himself.

Find what gave you emotion; what the action was that gave you excitement. Then write it down making it clear so that the reader can see it too. Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over.

Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.