Elf made his way fuzzily back to the drawer, trying to think nasty thoughts about his tormentor (Mungo the dog) but he couldn't, as he was too little and his mind was formless and without messages.( Elf the tiny kitten Mungo tormented )
We don't know who we are until we see what we can do.
Before you hate something you should try to understand it.
I cleared my throat - it isn't frogs you get in your throat; it's memories.
Writing is an antisocial act.
writers just kept on staring at nothing until they wrote something. Might be two minutes or two weeks.