You try to give away what you want yourself.
For me, writing is more a process of discovering the book than planning it.
One foot in front of the other, wasn't that the grownup way of solving problems? Surely he ought to be a grownup at his age.
How could you be a Great Man if history brought you no Great Events, or brought you to them at the wrong time, too young, too old?
Never do yourself, what you can con professionals into doing for you.
Mia Maz glanced aside in concern at his muffled snort. "Are you all right?" "Yes. Sorry," he whispered. "I'm just having an attack of limericks." Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip; only her deepening dimple betrayed her. "Shhh," she said, with feeling.