Human beings do not relate to written words in the same way that they will relate to spoken words. They do not relate to music in the same way that they do to pictures. It's all different parts of our head, different parts of our minds processing this.

So I went out and bought myself a copy of the Writer and Artist Yearbook, bought lots of magazines and got on the phone and talked to editors about ideas for stories. Pretty soon I found myself hired to do interviews and articles and went off and did them.

I've never known anyone who was what he or she seemed; or at least, was only what he or she seemed. People carry worlds within them.

Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.

When angels go bad they are worse than anyone else. Remember Lucifer used to be an angel.

We save our lives in such unlikely ways.

Often you will discover that the harder you work, and the more wisely you work, the luckier you get. But there is luck, and it helps.