Original details are very ordinary, except to the mind that sees extraordinariness. it's not that we need to go to the Hopi mesas to see greatness; we need to view what we already have in a different way.

You live and then you die, I thought. It's good to have some good times.

The odd thing is, that I wrote The Great Spring while I had cancer and it's not about cancer. It was after I was done with cancer that I wrote a book about it.

The muscles of writing are not so visible, but they are just as powerful: determination, attention, curiosity, a passionate heart.

In the end, you have to just sit down, shut up, and write.

Wherein we discover that many of the "rules" for good writing and good sex are the same: Keep your hand moving, lose control, and don't think.

The only failure in writing is when you stop doing it. Then you fail yourself.