There are two kinds of people. One kind, you can just tell by looking at them at what point they congealed into their final selves. It might be a very nice self, but you know you can expect no more surprises from it. Whereas, the other kind keep moving, changing... They are fluid. They keep moving forward and making new trysts with life, and the motion of it keeps them young. In my opinion, they are the only people who are still alive. You must be constantly on your guard against congealing.

I believe that with enough practice and good faith, you can learn to recognize when the work is achieved.

If there is such a thing as sin in this world, I think it must be shutting oneself up against hope.

Dreams say what they mean, but they don't say it in daytime language.

Much of the activity we think of as writing is, actually, getting ready to write.

During the act of writing I have told myself something that I didn't know I knew.

Negative people present us with an accelereted personal growth opportunity.