But there was a kitten on my pillow, and it was purring in my face and vibrating gently with every purr, and, very soon, I slept.

It does not matter where you come from, if you walk toward the truth you will reach it, whatever path you take.

You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.

All writers have this vague hope that the elves will come in the night and finish any stories.

I wondered, as I wondered so often when I was that age, who I was, and what exactly was looking at the face in the mirror. If the face I was looking at wasn't me, and I knew it wasn't, because I would still be me whatever happened to my face, then what was me? And what was watching?

Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.

Somebody said that writers are like otters... Otters, if they do a trick and you give them a fish, the next time they'll do a better trick or a different trick because they'd already done that one. And writers tend to be otters. Most of us get pretty bored doing the same trick. We've done it, so let's do something different.