It's a shame publishers send rejection slips. Writers should get something more substantial than a slip that amounts to a pile of confetti. Publishers should send something heavier. Editors should send out rejection bricks, so at the end of a lot of years, you would have something to show besides a wheelbarrow of rejection slips. Instead you could have enough bricks to build a house.

She laughed, and the desert sang.

Live today like there's no tomorrow!

We live in a silent explosion, Everything is flying away from everything else... flying away... flying away...

The trouble with miracles is, they don't last long.

If I get a new idea today—or any day—I won't run from it. I won't trash it. If it's something I really want to do—I'll do it.

Because life doesn't always happen according to a timetable or calendar. And feelings can't be scheduled.