Hello!" He said hello and then said, "What are you up to now?" "I'm still crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it. "I don't think I'd like that," he said. "You might if you tried." "I never have." She licked her lips. "Rain even tastes good." "What do you do, go around trying everything once?" he asked. "Sometimes twice.

The answer to all writing, to any career for that matter, is love.

..holding a book but reading the empty spaces.

I’m the thing you most desire, you represent the thing I least desire, death. It’s just the opposite of love.

If you learn only methods, you'll be tied to your methods, but if you learn principles you can devise your own methods.

Love is easy, and I love writing. You can't resist love. You get an idea, someone says something, and you're in love.

Really knowing is good. Not knowing, or refusing to know, is bad, or amoral, at least. You can't act if you don't know. Acting without knowing takes you right off the cliff.