Some things in life are out of your control. You can make it a party or a tragedy.
You don't find time to write. You make time. It's my job.
Do you see that out there? The strange, unfamiliar light? It's called the sun. Let's go get us a little.
You can’t just hope for happy endings. You have to believe in them. Then do the work, take the risks.
One of my greatest pleasures is falling into a story someone else has written.
Why were there no buoys in life to show you the way?