You like to write. It's the single most important quality for someone who wants to be a writer. But not in itself enough.

As long as there's such a thing as time, everybody's damaged in the end, changed into something else. It always happens, sooner or later.

Lots of different ways to live and lots of different ways to die. But in the end that doesn't make a bit of difference. All that remains is a desert.

This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don't get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can't do anything, don't get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it's ready to come undone. You have to realize it's going to be a long process and that you'll work on things slowly, one at a time.

The passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless

Your work should be an act of love, not a marriage of convenience.

There's no war that will end all wars.