It seems to me that what the artist sees is the simple and obvious that is invisible to everybody else.

Sometimes it seems to stand still. Like you’re in a bag and you can’t get out and somebody’s always telling you that it will get better with time and time just seems to stand still and laugh at you and your pain.

I'm focusing on writing the best story I can write. Which means I'm doing everything I can to give the artist within me as much power as possible.

If love is what I've experienced, I can't separate it from other people. I can't separate creation, and I can't separate whatever this creative thing is, from it's creation. I don't believe that can be done. We're all part of this creative force.

All the energy of their frustration and fear going into their laughter.

The resistance and the degree of the resistance to the natural phenomenon of life causes tremendous suffering.

My writing is inspired by just about everything, yet I am unaware of so much of the process.