You can write a short story in two hours. Two hours a day, you have a novel in a year
What are you up to now?" "I'm sill crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it.
A conglomerate heap of trash, that's what I am. But it burns with a high flame.
Out of the nursery into the college and back into the nursery; there’s your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or more.
Surprise is where creativity comes in.
A day without writing was a little death.