Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.

What is The Subconscious to every other man, in its creative aspect becomes, for writers, The Muse.

We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost.

Putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun.

...I mean, you don't just love people, you must LOVE them with exclamation points.

And he remembered thinking then that if she died, he was certain he wouldn't cry. For it would be the dying face of an unknown, a street face, a newspaper image, and it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man near a silly empty woman.

The Internet is a big distraction. It's distracting, it's meaningless; it's not real. It's in the air somewhere.