If it doesn't sweat, jiggle, or pant, it's not alive.

An idea in the head is like a rock in the shoe; I just can't wait to get it out.

It's all right to have secrets, ... as long as you don't have any secrets from yourself.

Why is life so complicated....?' I asked. 'To keep us from being bored,' he said.

Anyone of any age, any race, any background, any education - if they write an interesting enough book - can become a published author. What it takes is imagination, the ability to put words on a paper in an interesting, perhaps even unique way, the fortitude to rewrite, rewrite, rewrite, and polish, edit, polish, edit until the story sort of sings. I think everyone has a story inside him, but only a few have the persistence and, of course, the interest, to write it down and see it through.

I used to think that when I grew up there wouldn't be so many rules. Back in elementary school there were rules about what entrance you used in the morning, what door you used going home, when you could talk in the library, how many paper towels you could use in the rest room, and how many drinks of water you could get during recess. And there was always somebody watching to make sure. What I'm finding out about growing older is that there are just as many rules about lots of things, but there's nobody watching.

You don't have to be part of a couple to be happy, you know.