He stood breathing, and the more he breathed the land in, the more he was filled up with all the details of the land. He was not empty. There was more than enough here to fill him. There would always be more than enough.

People try to force things. It's disastrous. Just leave your mind alone. Your intuition knows what it wants to write, so get out of the way.

What should I do?" "Throw up in your typewriter every morning." "Yeah." "Clean up every noon.

My tunes and numbers are here. They have filled my years, the years when I refused to die. And in order to do that I wrote, I wrote, I wrote, at noon or 3:00 A.M. So as not to be dead.

Write a thousand words a day and in three years you'll be a writer!

You've been put on the world to love the act of being alive.

There is more than one way to burn a book.