Take out another notebook, pick up another pen, and just write, just write, just write. In the middle of the world, make one positive step. In the center of chaos, make one definitive act. Just write. Say yes, stay alive, be awake. Just write. Just write. Just write.

I still write with pen and paper and have someone type it on a computer. But rewriting I do by hand.

Our lives are at once ordinary and mythical. At the same instant we have these magnificent hearts that pump through all sorrow and all winters we are alive on the earth.

Writing is the act of discovery.

Ultimately, writing is about trusting your own mind. It is an act of discovery.

Finally, one just has to shut up, sit down, and write.

When we write we begin to taste the texture of our own mind