On the day of your birth, the Creator filled countless storehouses, set aside for your use and yours alone.

Creativity or talent, like electricity, is something I don't understand but something I'm able to harness and use.

Mostly, what I have learned so far about aging, despite the creakiness of one's bones and cragginess of one's once-silken skin, is this: Do it. By all means, do it.

Seek patience and passion in equal amounts. Patience alone will not build the temple. Passion alone will destroy its walls.

People don't always remember what you say or even what you do, but they always remember how you make them feel.

Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.

If I wanted to write, I had to be willing to develop a kind of concentration found mostly in people awaiting execution. I had to learn technique and surrender my ignorance.