If I was ever a rare fine summer person, that's long ago. Most of us are half-and-half. The August noon in us works to stave off the November chills. We survive by what little Fourth of July wits we've stashed away. But there are times when we're all autumn people.

The real fear isn't rejection, but that there won't be enough time in your life to write all the stories that you have in you.

Write 1000 words a day. That's only about four pages, but force yourself to do it. Put your finger down your throat and throw up. That's what writing's all about.

You're either in love with what you do, or you're not in love.

I spent three days a week for 10 years educating myself in the public library, and it's better than college.

We do need knowledge. And perhaps in a thousand years we might pick smaller cliffs to jump off. The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are.

If someone tells you to do something for money, tell them to go to hell.