Once you're into a story everything seems to apply-what you overhear on a city bus is exactly what your character would say on the page you're writing. Wherever you go, you meet part of your story.

Never think you've seen the last of anything.

Human life is fiction's only theme.

For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.

Time is anonymous; when we give it a face, it's the same face the world over.

Look for where the sky is brightest along the horizon. That reflects the nearest river. Strike out for a river and you will find habitation.

Out of love you can speak with straight fury.