Adventures are only interesting once you've lived to see the end of them. Before that, they are nothing but fear, and being too cold or too hot or too wet or too hungry, and getting hurt.

Guilt is a good friend, isn't it? It will stand at your back when every other friend has abandoned you, and in the face of all reason it will stay by your side, and even when you tell it, "I am moving on now," it will say, "I shall never leave you; never." If only I could find a lover as faithful as guilt.

This is writing. You cut out chunks of your own memories, rework them, bleed into them, breathe into the raw clay, and hope the creature lives.

The only place you will be accepted is the place you make for yourself.

A voice speaks to each of us in the still silent places - a voice that tells us to stand, to have courage, to do what is right.

I have never yet figured out what to do about good advice that you get, and that you know right away would help you, but that you cannot follow.

Actions have consequences... first rule of life. And the second rule is this - you are the only one responsible for your own actions.