All stories, if continued far enough, end in death.

I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars.

There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it's like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.

Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.

Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.

No one ever stopped when they were winning.

But perhaps he had enough animal strength and detached intelligence that he could make another start.