[Rejection] made me quit writing once. For six months. I started up again when my then seven-year-old son asked me to start writing again because I was too grumpy when I wasn't writing.

There is nothing like the occasional outburst of profanity to calm jangled nerves.

I think if you find your passion and you go with it you are rewarded.

Our actions make the fragrance of our lives...Would you smell of plums? Or Vinegar?

It's the company, not the cooking, that makes a meal.

The truth can both lift up and knock down.

I gotta pound the keys for the ideas to flow.