He pulled out turned west and started driving towards the glow it was thousands of miles away, he started driving towards the glow.

Live and let live, do not judge, take life as it comes and deal with it, everything will be okay.

People call me all sorts of things. I don't even care what they call me.

I don't write with an outline. I don't often know what I'm going to do as I'm writing. And I do everything by feel and by instinct.

Words can't say this. The one word love means too little for what it is. It means everything and that is still not enough.

For the most profound experiences in our lives and in the world words are worth nothing. Can you describe love Or death Can you describe what it really feels like the first time you see your child Or the first time your heart gets broken You can try...but it won't come close to describing what it really was or what it really felt like.

Writing's not precious to me. It's not a thing that requires specific environment. You know, it's my job. Just like anybody with a job, you have to do your job when you don't feel like it, regardless of how good or bad the conditions are, regardless of how good or bad you might feel on any particular day.