Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered...sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks.
Quantity produces quality. If you only write a few things, you're doomed.
We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while.
I don't tell anyone how to write and no one tells me.
Not to write, for many of us, is to die.
I never went to college, so I went to the library.