I got a statistic for you right now. Grab your pencil, Doug. There are five billion trees in the world. I looked it up. Under every tree is a shadow, right? So, then, what makes night? I'll tell you: shadows crawling out from under five billion trees! Think of it! Shadows running around in the air, muddying the waters you might say. If only we could figure a way to keep those darn five billion shadows under those trees, we could stay up half the night, Doug, because there'd be no night!

Stuff your eyes with wonder.

Write a short story every week. It's not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.

Recreate the world in your own image and make it better for your having been here.

Everything is generated through your own will power.

We should have stayed on the moon. We should have made moon the base, instead of building space stations, which are fragile and which fly apart.

You've got to love libraries. You've got to love books. You've got to love poetry. You've got to love everything about literature. Then, you can pick the one thing you love most and write about it.