After you have finished a piece of work, the work is then none of your business. Go on and do something else.

Indefinite plans get dubious results.

I remember a friend many years ago who had taped a sign to his refrigerator: There's a dream dreaming us. If you try to think about what that means it makes your mind silly, but that silliness is good.

Finally, if you want to write, you have to just shut up, pick up a pen, and do it. I'm sorry there are no true excuses. This is our life. Step forward. Maybe it's only for ten minutes. That's okay. To write feels better than all the excuses.

Oh, my passion! That is what finally carried me through. Let passion burn all the way, heating up every layer of the psyche.

Writing can teach us the dignity of speaking the truth.

This is the practice school of writing. Like running, the more you do it, the better you get at it.