There is no royal path to good writing; and such paths as exist do not lead through neat critical gardens, various as they are, but through the jungles of self, the world, and of craft.
Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants.
At fourteen you don't need sickness or death for tragedy.
A broken bone can heal, but the wound a word opens can fester forever.
Talent is helpful in writing, but guts are absolutely necessary.
To meet at all, one must open ones eyes to another; and there is no true conversation no matter how many words are spoken, unless the eye, unveiled and listening, opens itself to the other.