I think the main thing is: Just do it. Plunge in! Being Canadian, I go swimming in icy cold lakes, and there is always that dithering moment. "Am I really going to do this? Won't it hurt?" And at some point you just have to flop in there and scream. Once you're in, keep going. You may have to crumple and toss, but we all do that. Courage! I think that is what's most required.

One of the gravestones in the cemetery near the earliest church has an anchor on it and an hourglass, and the words In Hope. In Hope. Why did they put that above a dead person? Was it the corpse hoping, or those still alive?

When you're unhinged, things make their way out of you that should be kept inside, and other things get in that ought to be shut out. The locks lose their powers. The guards go to sleep. The passwords fail.

Love is giving, marriage is buying and selling. You can't put love into a contract.

The truly fearless think of themselves as normal.

What a lost person needs is a map of the territory, with his own position marked on it so he can see where he is in relation to everything else.

I'm not interested in cutting the feet off my characters or stretching them to make them fit my certain political view.