If you were born to be a nail, you had to be hammered.

Words are the only bread we can really share.

Poverty ennobles no one; it brutalizes common people and makes them hungry and old.

Death is alive, they whispered. Death lives inside life, as bones dance within the body. Yesterday is within today. Yesterday never dies.

The world was more than a place. Life was more than an event. It was all one thing, and that thing was: story.

I once made the mistake of writing a story with David Corbett. The man smoked me. He can delineate the character and personality of an accordion in three strokes. I didn't even know accordions had character. This act of generosity and wisdom from a very good writer will help anyone who is staring at a blank page, any day, any time. Highly recommended.

If you were born to be a nail, you had to be hammered.