One foot in front of the other. Repeat as often as necessary to finish.

My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.

I stare at her chest. As she breathes, the rounded peaks move up and down like the swell of waves, somehow reminding me of rain falling softly on a broad stretch of sea. I'm the lonely voyager standing on deck, and she's the sea. The sky is a blanket of gray, merging with the gray sea off on the horizon. It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky. Between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.

If you never noticed, it never happened.

I always write my novels with music (I don't listened to the music seriously.) Music seems to encourage me.

Have your dream...What you need now more than anything is discipline. Cast off mere words. Words turn into stone. (from Thailand)

Start making excuses and there's no end to it. I can't live that kind of life.