I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.

Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating ... but there are other ways to understanding.

To be both rich and handsome was bad enough. But to have a voice like honey over warm bread on top of that was simply inexcusable.

Practice makes the master.

I believe a writer's most important skill lies in being able to see things from different perspectives.

I know there's a lot of talk about self-publishing right now. Everyone's giddy with the possibilities. And I'll admit that it looks good on paper: sell your books directly and keep a bigger chunk of the profit for yourself. No rejection letters. No hassle with agents. Sounds good, right?

If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky.