Never trust a man who carries a handkerchief, I always say. One of many prejudicial rules of thumb.

I just wanted to write something about running, but I realized that to write about my running is to write about my writing. It's a parallel thing in me.

If I used being busy as an excuse not to run, I'd never run again. I have only a few reasons to keep on running, and a truckload of them to quit.

I'm all alone, but I'm not lonely.

You have to dream intentionally. Most people dream a dream when they are asleep. But to be a writer, you have to dream while you are awake, intentionally.

What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.

You’re optimistic one moment, only to be racked the next by the certainty that it will all fall to pieces. And in the end it does.