The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.

Good writers touch life often.

There is only one type of story in the world-your story.

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.

You can write a short story in two hours. Two hours a day, you have a novel in a year

I'll be damned if death wears my sadness for glad rags.

How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.