It's okay to embark on writing because you think it will get you love. At least it gets you going, but it doesn't last. After a while you realize that no one cares that much. Then you find another reason: money. You can dream on that one while the bills pile up. Then you think: "Well, I'm the sensitive type. I have to express myself." Do me a favor. Don't be so sensitive. Be tough. It will get you further along when you get rejected. Finally, you just do it because you happen to like it.

If you read good books, when you write, good books will come out of you.

It is very important to go home if you want your work to be whole. You don't have to move in with your parents again and collect a weekly allowance, but you must claim where you come from and look deep into it. Come to honor and embrace it, or at the least, accept it.

Wait until you are hungry to say something, until there is an aching in you to speak.

In the middle of the world, make one positive step. In the center of chaos, make one definitive act. Just write.

You don't know what you're doing. You're just hoping that people won't make fun of you. I had no idea how it would turn out.

We are important and our lives are important, magnificent really, and their details are worthy to be recorded.