Writing is hard work, and fun, and requires you to keep your backside in a chair when you would sometimes like to put it elsewhere. So the only wisdom is the advice to keep at it, I guess.

Genius disregards the boundaries of propriety. Genius is permitted to shout if shouting is productive.

Fear dims when you learn things.

There will always be a place for bunnies to talk in rhyme, but that's not what I do.

Making lists of reasons was sometimes a good way to figure things out.

I left home at the correct time but when I was riding along near the hatchery, the crew was separating some salmon, I guess I just got distraught, watching them.

He hunched his shoulders and tried to make himself smaller in the seat. He wanted to disappear, to fade away, not to exist.